Luxurious Foes

Closed caves where the faint torches are lit
Oblivious of heaven, hell and earth they sit
Skies descending with a ruthless desire
Blinded unknown in exile they grapple with tire
Coveted times, it’s an envy in a no manโ€™s land
Displaying ridiculed significance in their times hand
Turmoil in calms as the faces flaunt red
Anger of the unspoken truth and the uneaten bread
Hideous metaphor to hear each one speak
Depth of their existence every single day they seek
Luxurious foes in their closet all along
Waiting to be used up, torn, unworn they wait alone

Pooja Alok
Twitter: @poojaavj


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