Intelligentsia Of Man

When love loots like

Simpleton robot mum

Which serves you on every command

Like parasite sucking blood

Embedded dreams to grow

Using the magic of flirting fashion

To show you not ignorant of

Contemporary

And how sensual of every demand

It feels pity on striving to reach

Exaltation

Past is an epoch of exhaustion with

Bended knees still begging that

Heaven hidden in your heart.

Do you forget to open it?

Even let you enter to soothe

Burning desires like on pyre.

This is the resorting to sham

Miserably. In the famine of love

Pity on this ridiculous deception 

And all blind perceptions.