DEVIL INSIDE ME!

He is the tremor of wonders,
Raising Hoarse voices like thunder,
He who conspires my heart,
Pulling pranks over my calls,
It's just a child's play with balls,
For him to have a solace life at fatal calls!

Its us who fall to the slumber of darkness,
Ending up dancing at his finger tips,
His plays are naturally endless,
Like a "Humpty Dumpty" at Rips,
His amusement only lasts like a bubble,
When we wake up from his worthless plays!

Oh dear, it's about our consciousness,
So that his dukedom won't come in recklessness,
Hurray! It's about us and not about an idler,
We who take dashing moves in ladder,
Won't let an idler like him to climb into our tolerance!
- swetha.
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