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The Holy Sin

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The Holy Sin

No shrill screams did she spare
the wee dark room’s air,
clammy with the haze of sweat;
though with no strong grit and eyes wet

After all, it was all for the good Lord’s sake he said

The bloodstains on the bed,
the lips bit red,
all did but tell with haste,
that no longer was she chaste

After all, it was all for the good Lord’s sake
or so did he say,
gliding himself back into his Soutane!

© 2020 Neeraj Padmakumar

Comments

CHATRA RAM from BARMER INDIA on May 16, 2020:

Great poetry

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