Seven

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran

Trapped with nowhere to turn,

Life changing beyond my control. Ego to pacify, money to burn,

A ruthless PRIDE rules my soul.

Hungry but not to nourish,

Baying for flesh and blood. Always starting but never to finish, An insatiable chasm, GREED, my food.

Rage, the other side of resentment,

Filled with despair, brimming doubt.

The excruciating distress doesn’t relent,

WRATH is with what my mind is fraught.

Cringing, crying, not able to express,

Nothing but malice oozing from my core.

The feeling of comparative worthlessness,

Alas! ENVY brings my frailty to the fore.

When carnal becomes the cardinal,

With silent screams none can hear.

The morals bowing low to the physical,

It is LUST, the rape of my mind, I fear.

I try to speak but my mouth is full, Living to eat not eating to live.

Not the storm but surely the lull,

GLUTTONY is recrement that deprive.

Indolence walks with me thru’ the day, And sleeps with me unblinking at night.

Unable to break chains, I quietly lay, SLOTH leaves me depleted, no will to fight.

The seven sins make me human bound,

They reign despite me crying foul.

With no courage to turn things around,

Solace, please pacify and calm my soul.

By Manoj Vaz Ramchandran