Untitled Grief Part-13 By Katherine Lightwood

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Untitled Grief Part-13

By Katherine Lightwood


 In the journey of my life, I came across hell & paradise,
Now, running behind the light, once waited for demise,
Stumbled upon rulers of transgression and devious demons,
Saw angels ripping off their divinity for some mindless reasons.
And I watched in wonder, as the heaven turned into an infernal city,
Bowed down my eyes in the name of shame, but it seems like they have no pity.

 Where the talked about love, lust and devouring humanity,
Senseless were they in the name of love, ripping off their dignity.
I was gawking at their face as they spoke about that iniquity,
I was naive of all these, holding on to my pious morals that were the antiquity. 
I often think of them as wanderers of the pitch dark land,
While I myself is infernal too, I've buried my heart in the hot and burning sand.

The love that has been bestowed upon their soul, was simply a complete mirage,
I could remember all the sins that they have done, my mind has a complete montage,
The pioneers of true love they consider themselves but they themselves were a felony,
They've tortured me just for their gaiety, they killed my soul in the name of tyranny.
But I still wish well for them, pray for their well being and their sweet felicity,
I don't let them know about that prayer, as I am far away from publicity. 

So, that was my thought of the day. To see more posts like this make sure to visit our main page. And Do not forget to visit our institute's page to know more about graphic design, 3D, animation courses and other awesome stuff. Till then good day to you.

Katherine Lightwood

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