Till dawn, Till Dusk
The gorgons sing
To the flaxen sun below
Their spite towards a rove
Their eyes see nothing but stone
Their Soul alone, in pain they moan
Till dawn, Till dusk
The gorgons sing
In power, they weep, they solemn cry
They phony sanctimony, They hold their soul insider
Hidden love, buried inside
For the monster loathes all life...
Born in grains of bones, Pools of blood
Forced to kill or die
Doth thy knoweth
Why the serpent cries
Adinath G Menon
Class VIII
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