"The Last Man Standing"

Poetry Series "The Last Man Standing" It is he, the last man standing. All eyes on him, will he make it? Or, will he like others give in to the luring, tempting of it? The question pestered on the issue Though rhetorical, soliloquizing, monologue and dialogue of them In the clandestine of him, The last man standing.

Good and moral they all started In Him and His fear they were all groomed and grew Of His nature, statue and demands, They were all oriented. With it in their tender, they grew like a shoot out of a tender plant. Of good nurture, groomed them by the bearer. In the effect of it, they are good at all but one.

It grips the village, the diffusion of the Indian flame But for them, indisputable it is, They are not among. Even when he arose, the gun and take, And his effluvium diffuse the community, For them, indisputable it is, They are not among. Of all the ill-making community behavior, To the villagers- sure it is, They are not among. They are good in all but one.

It was vehemently irresistible to them When she arose, the coitus of her obscene being, gripping the village with every untold and immeasurable force. To the grip, the mighty force of her, they gave in, in the submission of her lethal, obscene, and obnoxious pleasure. But impious it made them before their creator and mortal bearer. To this, they fall with a mighty crash. Fall! Fall!! Fall!!! They all fall But the last one standing Standing, the one out of all. Though standing, and still standing, But on a very quaking and shaking ground.

Glorified by them- the mouths of the villagers for not partaking in the grips of the lethal Indian flame Or the diffusion of the Animus of gun and take. The grip on them by her stigmatized pleasure, many mouths faskeloma moutza badly the glory once on them. Their good name damaged Good image in jeopardy I thought they are different from us in all Now we know, they are different in all, but one. This one they are like us even worse, hence not different at all. This they say about them Except for the last man standing.

But now, the question is on him With all eyes at him Will he make it? Or will he like others give in to the luring tempting of it? The question is rhetorical Minds anxiously hungry for the answer The answer, only time will tell.

The last man standing Is still standing Though on a very quaking and shaking ground But relying on the strength of the Maker, He will stand till the end.

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