Artamsàr's Spell

Secrets of her soul, layer after layer

I’ll peel her with my words , beneath the shade of her hair

Her curves are poisonous , an unknown scandal

From head to toe she is a burning roman candle

Her adornment is simple, drops of rain on her skin

Her lips are saintly figures , her lipstick wants to sin

There is a reflection on her cheeks, her eyes holds scars

The gap between her beauty spots are a pathway between the stars

The soil which she was made of is clearer than the sky

The world she belongs to , have neither truth nor a lie

I annoy her in reality , I admire her in my verse

She herself is the cure , she herself is the curse

Stop me oh man-made laws, yet I will break free

The rumble in my chest, she feels but not see

Grow inside her oh poet your name is Artamsàr

Bound her in your spell and then cut open a scar

-Anas Merchant (Artamsàr)