A Vision Of Guilt Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

‌The weird vision of the phantom of guilt,
Who dwells down the ravine of the mind,
Somewhere within some shell- recess blind,
Features itself ruffling the innocent silt
From the dismal domain of dreams dormant;
The decrepit spirit finds a shapeless form
And in torn patches the scenes send alarm
Like seismic tremors in beep - formant
Who is the enticing prompter without ?
The snake or Helen might as well undo;
Greed, boundless ambition and the aligned crew
Set sail for ever, never to turn about;
Unless the Soul consigns itself to the Good
Strange offsprings hatch out of the Evil brood.