Spy

There lives a spy in my soul

watching desires unwind.

As and when emotions roll,

she reports back to my mind.

Then they dissect and assess,

and hose them down with reason.

My cauldron boils in excess

for it sees it as treason.

My wits vie for some respite.

But this heart flickers despite.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are – poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer’s Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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