The angel of friendship rumoured of an affair with a demon;
The legacy of beings of every Earth
Lives through its connections.
A tale of geese of the morning sky,
Pose as a ‘V’, glorifying amity.
Owing to misapprehension of the beings,
Disaster of misfortunes befall.
The ones shed of bonding, effecting
the dismantle of the integral form of the flock.
On considering their power of dumbness,
The tale never comes alive.
Like the offerings to a temple,
Words are entities infeasible of retrieval.
The demon of words, finds its redemption,
In this way ravaging the virginity of the angel.
The happier times, I marked memorable
Disturbs at the climax of the battle day’s eve.
We share the same trait of
Drawing blank at the exam hall.
Henceforth, to burn away the traces of the feud,
Would be a walk in the park.
I regret for locking horns
And disfavour apologies from your hand.
Tonight let’s sentence the demon’s head,
As he stands trial for involving us in the brawl.
On my knees and with a beer in my hand
I propose you to be my friend again!!!