THE REAL DEMON

the thing which has caused all the suffering

THE REAL DEMON

Mamma,
Tell me what is that thing,
The one at the room’s fringe
Dear,
It’s from hell and has got horns,
Wherever it goes it spreads thorns
Spewing a venomous tongue,
It will kill you while you lounge
With its long and slender tail,
It follows the sinner’s trail
All around its vicinity,
There is no trace of civility
Mamma,
I am scared,
I am the one it glared
Dear,
Don’t worry, it’s just in your head,
But, no human is spared
We are all helpless
Nobody has such a fortress,
Which can stop a demon
When it has its freedom,
It curses the whole breed,
That’s what you call “Human greed”
It is infectious
And so so vicious