The devilish part
Of one's own soul
Sometimes inscrutable,
Sometimes unfurled,
It may be the version
Formed due to heartbreak's,
Or may be the side brought
Out due to cheats,
It's just the unblessed
Part of soul
It's mysterious and filled with anguish
With a core full of soreness
In a parched heart with dismay
It resides hidden yet sometimes out bursted.
It's "Evil"
The darkest self made world
Of perilous, cheated, ferocious and recondite souls.
© Shilpa Marakkath