The Origin Of Immoral Shadows

By Achinthya Prathish

He was a very private man

Who never sought the attention 

The one who preferred small connections 

Over exhausting large one

Put of nowhere, fame came

In search of him

For he has made an outstanding invention

That amazed everyone 

He found himself enjoying every moment that passes

In the limelight he dreaded

Soon he became used to it

And became obsessed with it

Greed and lust sowed seeds in his heart

That grew just at an exponential rate

Soon he became gruesomely jealous 

Of other men who are brighter than stars

As days passed, his new habit had started 

Of killing those who he feared 

Who has greater capability than him 

And who shone brighter than him

Be brushed up his deeds under a mat

And continued to be in the limelight 

But if you look closely you can see 

His heart and eyes drenched in Dead Sea

He maybe an idol of thousands 

But inside him is

A thorny tree bearing the fruits 

Of immoral shadows that control the greedy ones

By Achinthya Prathish