El Roi: A Poem by Leela Satyan

Deep abhorrence in bosom
Yet, honey-clad lips sing
Saccharine verses of praise
The fatal fusion of
Covetous eyes and sinful lips
Leads nowhere, but to abyss
No mask can shroud
The malice heart harbors and,
The mind that schemes
For God’s mighty eyes
Can scan you
Head to toe, in a trice
The greatest desideratum is
Be a righteous soul
In God’s eyes