Play insidiously with my eyes; eventually smashing
them into a boundless halves; and then feeding them to
the pack of savagely diabolical wolves,

Play uncouthly with my fantasies; eventually
metamorphosing them into a web of cold-blooded
drudgery and sinfully disparaging monotony,

Play ruthlessly with my palms; eventually pulverizing
them to disdainfully squashed curry; and then stashing
them into the undescribably gory coffins,

Play invidiously with my lips; eventually snatching
away even the most infinitesimal iota of their smiles;
stoning them with whiplashes of utter abhorrence for
centuries immemorial,

Play heinously with my voice; eventually transforming
it into a graveyard of ominously crippling silence;
evicting it in gruesomely wholesome entirety from the
innermost realms of my throat,

Play grotesquely with my neck; eventually reducing it
to a pile of inconspicuously mangled shit; and then
feeding it to the rambunctiously unruly pigs,

Play raunchily with my ears; eventually bombarding
them like miserably orphaned stones; making them
incessantly bleed till times beyond infinite infinity,

Play disastrously with my memory; eventually rendering
me the most penuriously kicked entity on this gigantic
Universe; making me obnoxiously oblivious to even the
reflection of my very own countenance,

Play barbarically with my intestines; eventually
adulterating them profoundly with threadbare gasoline;
and then inviting the unfathomable horde of vultures
to have their ultimate feast,

Play indiscriminately with my cheeks; eventually
excoriating their exhilarating blush into the
graveyards of penalizing nothingness; and then
mercilessly disintegrating them bit by bit; like an
edifice of soggy cards,

Play ghoulishly with my conscience; eventually
poisoning every bit of its irrefutably sparkling
righteousness; into a lackadaisically decaying dungeon
of manipulatively bizarre lies,

Play devilishly with my flamboyance; eventually
converting it into an entrenchment of remorsefully
trembling timidness; making me lick fetid dirt even
before I could alight a single foot,

Play fiendishly with my patriotism; eventually
rendering me as the most lecherously disgusting
traitor on this unsurpassable globe; with every corner
of the society brutally whipping me for my plethora of
horrific misdeeds,

Play bewitchingly with my innocence; eventually
dragging me into the salaciously sleazily markets;
where infinite parasites traded me for my innocuously
resplendent flesh,

Play unsparingly with my hair; eventually converting
my enchanting scalp into a cacophonically bald egg;
with pedestrians spitting on it in livid nonchalance;
as they merrily trespassed by,

Play demonically with my feet; eventually chopping
them with sordid strokes of the treacherous cleaver;
and then witnessing the entire world wholeheartedly
guffaw; as I staggered like a mercurial ant on every
step,

Play abominably with my soul; eventually converting
its path of unassailable philanthropism; into a
despicably wandering ghost without the slightest of
purpose or mission in vibrantly vivacious life,

Play lethally with my breath; eventually asphyxiating
the fangs of my priceless existence with the blood
stained hands of hell; removing even the most
evanescent trace of my survival from the trajectory of
this fathomless planet,

And you could play and eventually smash any part of my
body; my mind; my soul; as I still had the
insurmountable tenacity to lead mesmerizing life; but
please don’t break my heart; please don’t
lackadaisically play with the immortal paradise of my
true love for you O! Beloved; as then I wouldn’t even
be accepted by the chapter of death….









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