Poem by Vatsala Radhakeesoon
Lies, Liars
I blessed you with
the free rose of sanctity
but you constrict it with
conditional stains of lust
You hurt the ones
who live only for you
You keep on fooling
innocent maidens
Wherever you go
you hit uncannily with
your illusory sweet hiss
Lies, Liars!
Whatever you do,
I’ll remain immortal
but rest assured
Your dirty games
are over
Rest assured
in your plots
I can never be
an accomplice.
