Is he Lucifer?
Son of the god?
Satan of earth?
Demon from the heavens?
They began enquiring...
They were terribly afraid...
Because humans fears anything from the heavens
Let it be the almighty
Or his estranged son...
And yet they beseech to be there.
They dream the blissfulness out there!!
All was his advertisement...
That frightened the sheep of the god
He was an Egyptian.
Who wore ragged cloths...
Who read too much papyrus
Who with his red brush scribed those words in the town
“Subscribe to death...
Uncloak your real life...
End your prolonged sleep...
Embrace the light...”
People were tempestuous.
In the name of god
They confounded him to hell
He is definitely a demon of Satan
They snatched stones from the road
And shrouded crosses in their pockets
“God help us’
Chants fumed the crowd
Sighs scorched their thoughts
At his doors, they roared with all courage
Silence was the reply
Nobody moved except a wind...
It opened the red door with might
Fear was visible in the faces of people...
The Egyptian was there!
Like the demons they knew from tales
He too endured in the air
His feet couldn’t touch the floor
His pupils were concealed under lids
Sheep of god scattered seeing him
He was a real demon
But he moved not
A gentle breeze like god’s finger tips
Moved his long hair with care
Some one pelt a stone
But the demon moved not
Many stones came after
Hands grew stronger
The demon in the air revolved
Because his head was inside a rope
In a circle he already left...for his uncloaking....
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