Mirror! Sinner! Lover! | Poem

Where do I look for my soul,

Which I sold to the devil,

As I asked my mentors,

About my missing soul?

Was not the night of my death,
When my soul went missing,


Was not the day of my birth,
When I saw the darkness of my heart?

There’s nothing left to fear, Deathra,

Tell her to spend a book’s time,

I might find my soul in her smiles.

I talk about a woman, I see in adoration,

The Sterling Queen does tickle words,

To speak on her honor.

©Suraj Jangid


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