I am the Child of despair,
An unwitting mistake,
Like a Tongue bit
By traitorous dogs,
Or stomach slit
On honor’s code
I curse at you by day,
Moan –
Lustful cries at night,
Wondering-
If this was all your doing,
I am the Child of despair,
Born into luxury,
My head the finest silk,
Dreaming of sweet martyrdom
In decadent opulence
So I Curse at you by day,
Solving-
Riddles of celestial strings,
Laugh-
Behind dark matter’s curtain
You are the Child of despair,
See the kingdoms of all the world,
Empires and utopian states,
Kings and Heads of states
You make them bow
Do not curse at me by day,
Ordained-
Is what you were,
Darkness-
Was what you chose.
