As the prince of Denmark and,
Great scholar from Wittenberg;
I had many matches to finish
but was blind with faternal love.
But I spent the time in inaction,
with sublime thoughts.
I had a pure beautiful soul,
who was loyal to father,
and dearer to brother.
But she admired me alot,
Alas I conversed in absurdity.
I had an innocent mother,
whom caressed me after marriage too.
And the whole court with the king,
gave me ears with concern.
And I was blessed with bosom friend too.
But the creator made me insane,
And I wasted the time with thoughts.
And our lives end as tragedy,
with high philosophical note.
The majestic prince with,
red blood flowery forehead,
and the piercing shrewd eyes,
and roaring sharp lips,
from the mightiest hen family;
Lost its pair with a shriek.
The master's prince lost its sleep,
And lullaby can't calm him more.
Thus with morning scream,
our fierceful cock prince
lost his Elysian beauties.
Now in lost yoke's memory,
he had a melancholic scream.
Magnificent smile that stole my heart
is no longer in the lips.
Mesmerizing eyes filled with joy
is filled with eyedrops.
Raged mind in search of revenge
was pierced with thorns.
Thorns by the crooked lips,
was with winged falsehood
and wrecked the smile.
Like Venus who wretched the Erotic vision,
magnificent smile is stolen by the jealous.
Now the lips filled with rage,
desires to throw arrows back.
Thus faded smile arose from jovial heart.
The moonlit land filled with poppies
was deprived of human air.
The dark filled arena was pleasant
with the dancing leaves of poppies.
The prosaic worm stay as the king,
and the bloody buds as minstrels.
The dazzling poppies spurn out of buds,
And awaits their victorious trophies.
Demitrus sent them to mesmerise,
but no soul visited them,
as their land was a dream for men.
And in vain they withers off,
with the wish for their new bloom,
for the new journey of Epicurus
to amuse and decades the mankind.
Ambitious soul of Marlowe,
And the jealous spirit of Milton,
sought after the sensuous.
One was tempted by human thoughts;
And the other tempted the Edenites.
Like the man with waxen wings;
surfeited the falls from heaven.
Tales of jealousy spotted;
by the blind prophet in twelve books.
Story of damned soul amplified;
by the Canterburyan in five acts.
Faustus, thy name sounded high in universities,
but reduced with necromancy.
The archangel once the light bearer,
transgressed diabolically,
and reigned the hell with fallen rebels.
And the two met outside
the creator's locus with grief.
" O traitor, you deceived me
with your minstrel's magic,
and stolen the heavenly bliss
thus, I lost my soul."
The sobbing Faustus appealed Prince of East
And the old morning star retaliates:
"I defied God and his rules,
thus he throw and deformed me,
And now I am envious to all."
"Your envy, destroyed my soul
Your gifts prompted me
Thus my last yearnings were not heard."
"O Faustus, you undergone hellish fall.
I suffer hellish infections forever.
Adam was infected by Eve's dagger,
but the world still indicts me.
The puritan too was in hesitancy.
I cannot be the villain,
as my flaw was ambition.
The embellished throne attracted me,
And I defied the almighty."
"Marlowe and Milton portrayed us;
to teach the throng of vicious acts,
Punishment acts as a lesson."
"But it is ironic, Faustus
I can spell my temptation still,
Minstrels are singing the notes of our sigh,
But the subjects are behind the pleasure.
Thus I can capture many a Faustus,
I will get bloody deeds a more."
Damned soul and the Arch-enemy
together peals for all wretched beings.
Like Frost in yellow woods
I too was once in a dilemma.
I took my haven for travel
But now I contemplate;
my choice as wrong.
When obligations conquered my spirit,
I heard biased voices from myself,
and thus I put myself in hell.
The hell ignites prejudiced lamp.
And I am caged in hell alone
without joy and peace.
Despirited and unarmed I;
rests alone in the throng,
with desperate heart.
