An inspirational sacrifice

He was ushered into the
desolate domicile and
placed on the altar
I took a peep
ceasing the chat
with my lodestar

He laid still with
his upside down
his 8 pack abdomen in
diverse shades of brown

His body was torn
apart with ease
I wonder if his
soul had rested
in peace

The sinner stood
sans guilt
for his poach
As I paid my tribute
to the martyr
a Mr.Cockroach

For he had played a part
in making me wise
and I was INSPIRED
by his sacrifice


N.B. A tribute to the cockroach that was dissected 7 years ago in my skoolz biology lab for the sake of our studies

Sinned

Memories swirled in
my mind
how i had been
a part of all this
from behind

Yes,
I had brought her in
Now she suffers
I had committed a sin

Oh god ! She was
stripped naked
all her parts were
tormented !

Ultimately
she was drowned
and there ended
the hound

Tears rolled down
my cheeks, I was the
culprit in my opinion
guilty to the core
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.

"Hush girl !"
My conscience intervened
"That is just an ONION
you got from the store"

Anomaly

When I say
hues of gold and
pinkish flower beds
are not as appealing as
the gloomiest of grays
or bloodiest of reds

and that
the humming of engines
at a race reminds again
of adrenalin
traveling as well
through MY veins

and when I consider
a few moments of
lighter bites
over sleepless nights
of useless fights

You have every right
to taunt,
tease
or blame
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But am proud
for not being
yet another DAME!