Soul of a Sinner

By Devalcheruvu Ridhima

Invoke the muses; many poems may dare.

But none brave enough to call upon the sins, naked and bare.

And so I call upon the most human traits of them all,

The ones I am ashamed of, the ones forced behind a wall.

Avarice, Arrogance, Rage and Resentment flows

Indolence, Indulgence and Infatuation grows. 

I call upon them one by one,

Each of them receding by none.

More and more; I search everyday

Austerity and vanity fills my every way.

Like a magpie, chasing after trinkets and frills,

Gold, diamonds and jewels I search with thrill.

Emotions and people to be thrown with disregard,

For they are momentary, a mist; merely a replaceable card.

I sing for more, I ask for nothing less;

Than a pool of lucre, shining sapphires, mansions a many, and the finest of dress. 

Oh, sin for the want of all wealth in the world

Engulf my worth; part me from the noble pearled.

For I sing the song of greed, loud and clear.

Oh, Plutus whisk me away, to the land of riches far and near.

Louder and louder; I scream as the battles fall,

Every word drips with anger, rage and tyranny as they befall.

 A simple mistake becomes worthy of hell on earth

Nothing precious enough to see kindness’s worth.

Discord and strife follow wherever I walk, 

Like the strike of lightning, and the sound of thunder my voice booms as I talk.

I raise my hand for terror, and demand just this,

Not a single soul spared of my choler, let my ire fester, in every little wish.

Oh, sin for all the fury in the land,

Deluge my words; every syllable bitter in hand.

For I roar, the song of wrath far and wide,

Oh, Lyssa carry me away to another raging tide. 

This and that; I want what is theirs,

With an eye so green, is filled my every stare.

Steeped in jealousy is my every deep rooted desire,

Their every single smile irks, in their failure lies my roaring fire.

For a win in your hand is a loss in mine,

As I crave for all your achievements, all your worth; every penny and dime.

I sneer with want and a discontent; deep and divine,

As I dictate for what I need; all that is yours to be mine.

Oh, sin for all covetousness of this state,

Open my eyes, to all belonging to others, to every single gate.

For I cry, the song of envy with bitterness and spite,

Oh Invidia, hand me everything that is well within my right.

Feast on feast; my mouth may never stop,

Indulging in another treat, tables filled; not a place to drop.

Bites and gulps gone without a second thought,

No time to think, the fifth plate to be brought.

For every crave is to be fulfilled with an upmost priority,

Every single bit of food savored, health and self; gone with such propriety!

I ask for more, with a heartily pleased grin,

My appetite insatiable; my hunger will never fin.

Oh, sin for all gulosity in these streets,

Fill my stomach with savories and sweets.

For I squeal, the song of gluttony, with delight,

Oh Adephagia, feed me every possible delicacy you might.

Here and there; anywhere is fine,

For me to slumber and rest, the choice is mine.

As the time passes and wind blows,

I lay there, comfortably lying in the same pose.

A dusty house, unkempt clothes; pay it no mind.

For the sweetest pleasures are in lethargy to find.

I yawn and stretch as I giddily smile,

For the sweet satisfaction of sleep, you cannot file.

Oh sin for all indolence at this scene,

Lay with me, and enjoy dreams serene.

For I whisper with wonder, the song of sloth,

Oh Aergia, take me to the palace of grails; sweet and soft.

Him and her; they all want to be me,

My stance is tall, my face filled with haughty look of glee.

Hubris is a downfall, for the pathetic and weak,

Not to fear, for I am neither imperfect nor meek.

For a gift like mine, is perfect by birth, 

Every inch of my talent is wrought from worth.

I smile and nod, and call your attention,

For my beauty is flawless, and my mind but perfection.

Oh, sin for all satisfaction in this town,

Come gather around and gawk at my crown.

For I shrill with elation, the song of pride,

Oh, Hybris, carry me through my victory, my guide.

Deeper and deeper; I sink into your psyche,

An enchanting allure so mysterious and enticing

A stolen touch, a tempting voice; I crave,

A forbidden love of sorts I’ll brave.

For a sin like mine is irresistible to all, men or woman, young or late

To a kiss or more, all your senses abate.

I twist your arm, and get you to touch,

For I know, once the feeling starts you can never get enough.

Oh, sin for all lechery in this city,

Don’t you think it’s quite a pity?

For I moan the song of lust, with all my flare,

Oh, Aphrodite bear witness to this sordid affair.

By Devalcheruvu Ridhima