THE MAN WHO SOLD HIS SOUL

Finding all exits
closed except one
decided he to approach
the watchman sitting
at the door step.
Pleaded him
permission for a way out
in response
demanded the watchman
'sell your soul'
once and for all to us.
Nothing else left,
finding no let-up,
with pangs of conscience
laying him on a thorny bed
with tearful eyes,
sold he the soul,
his invaluable possession.
A warm red-carpet reception accorded
by charming, enchanting
dancing beauties
enchantressess all of them
the glitterati around,
overwhelmed him.
Led them he to
a royal palace
where the King in the company of
his consorts
was making merry
introduced him by the beauties to the King
in royal robes
served they
variety of fruits,
delicious eatables,
wine served in gold-designed
crystal glass one after another
inebriated he went
drowsed and dozed he
upon his consciousness
fading away and
entering another unknown world
somebody lifted
him to an unknown
destination
where he was laid to asleep.
After hours of sleep
woke up he to find
himself before a
frightening giant,
a cannibal,
donning dark robes,
dread-locks of hair,
flowing down,
mouth wide open,
moustache too shockingly-
horrible, thick and pointed at both ends,
red eyes frightening
long reddish lashing tongue
blood-droplets oozing out
incisors projecting
outwards
his frightening roars
reverberating
throughout the vast
desert
with sun showering
incessant fire.
Wished he, tried he
to run away
fright made him mum.
Resigned to his fate
lied he eyes tightly
shut for the inevitable.