Tryst of Queen and You

Tryst of Queen and You

Life nor
Death

Pain nor
the Fruits

Nor the
inner you

Or what
you fell
outside

Who are
you?

You struggle
with yourself

And the
Society with
you

Wrackin your
nuts

Till all
of you
lie broken

On a
Queen’s table

There you
are eaten

And you
wonder

If the
throat is
clean

And the
pot where
you will
churn

Is it
black enough

For you
to hide

From the
Society’s clutches

And then
finally

Into the
passage of
Ganga

Will lie
your ‘Holy
Grail’

Caution: This might be all theory

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