My Hunger And Her Trait!

She told me:
‘Thank you Man?’
I was happy
She too seems pleased!

Then,
In a chain chariot
We drove down…
Further down
Came barricades
Welcoming the shackled wheels.

She arose again
And enquired:
‘Any other way?’
I, in the midst of chivalry
And chariot on the ordeal
Confronts ‘Yes’ and ‘No’.
But I,
Bent enough and
Brought new valour:
‘That was the moment’.
But the hunger and trait
Breathe foul
So thus the moment.

The hunger:
That was her body.
And the trait:
That was the voice
That told:
‘Thank you Man!’

And the proposition:
I was only a mere human,
With tweaked casing
And a makeshift core.
That doesn’t help either
As I sold my soul
For her hunger
And the trait,
That bewildered my religion.