Devoid of Truth

Iqra Khan

I wonder over her fate,

Over concept of love and hate,

Over blazing tears down her eyes.

Devoid of truth; mere lies.

Tainted is every morsel of her flesh,

Eye to some pitious is hellish.

Vanity in her veins; dissolved .

Enslaved to it, she can't be marred.

Indifferent to the world ,

Like smoke to the stove.

No reality in her art,

So corrupted is her heart.

 

©I.K. Turk

  • Author: Iqra Khan (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2024 07:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Several great lines here
    "I wonder over her fate,
    Over concept of love and hate,
    Over blazing tears down her eyes.
    Devoid of truth; mere lies."
    "No reality in her art,
    So corrupted is her heart."



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