Sunday, October 4, 2015

Troubled and Saved

// troubled
In painting that wry look
succeeds a nincompoop
Driven into the nook
the grace of that crook

// get a dangerous thought from thin air
The devil’s text book
hanging without a hook
radiates a hope
that man can’t cope

// worried, but find hope
Starved of peace
the misanthrope sees
and finds in his sight
a thing of delight

// was it angel?
Cue-giving sprite
But surprisingly trite
A moment of courtship
and a tint of worship

// the moment is freezed
The clock ceases to tick
and lamp loses the wick
the halo evolves
and all ills, it solves

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