Intelligentsia Of Man
Intelligentsia Of Man1 min 181 1 min 181
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
And how sensual of every demand
It feels pity on striving to reach
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.