The Evil Spirit Won The Game Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

The Evil Spirit Won The Game
All are shocked to see
Noble soul is in grip of thee
Enjoying a sweet feast with glee.

Rehearsal- cat walk of puppets
Looks like match fixed in crickets
The Evil spirit enjoyed blood droplets

Reputation you needn't have to gain
It can be easily purchased, in evil's rain
Achievement without struggle and pain.

Talent crushed as trash, to be thrown
The king of hypocrisy ensures his crown
The rules of nepotism are indeed, prone.

The laughing sounds of evil spirit
Exploded as victory smile of culprit
Truth is observed, begging in street.

So easy to programme intelligence
Bearing flavour of artificial fragrance
A heart without its beats, claimed still alive.

The waves of sycophancy flooded
Men of Letters seems, really created
The glory of moments, well captivated.

Do truth need to bribe evil spirit.?
For his existence to survive
Why not dramatic display of
Artificial hug with him.
For its identity.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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