By Anisha Gupta
Unruly rulers rule the realm,
And the popular populace; their pawns.
Gunk spewing out of gutter holes,
Or just apt representation of man holes.
Virtuous sage sits cold under the tree,
Viral Vicky ran over by the tik-tok train.
Silly Sally pinched her pea pods big,
Juice splurged out of the crystal creviced lips.
Oceans oas soup oaths on their tongue,
Only adultery and no adulting.
Minnesota, Delhi, Beijing or London.
Heart is the same hideous being.
Phoney phone calls went through,
The nylon-barbed wires of their pockets.
Hands pulled out the paper-thin worth,
Of the cloaks loaded with humanity.
Sold for kgs of sheeny red apples,
Similar weighted to the stocks of people.
Jamming juggernauts with fruits wildly,
Into its rear box.
Such that lit wildfires,
Such that wax drips over hearts.
Such that the blood starts to broil.
Perhaps why Adam's apple,
Was a beginning to hell.
By Anisha Gupta
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