Satan's soliliquy

I have no past;

no future either.

Yet

standing at that lazy bent of the street

I still sing.

Why do you try to stifle my voice?

Let me sing.

Are you afraid that

you will see the same God you worship

within the crevices of my soul?

You said I have no right!

Said I am ugly,

revolting, devilish.

But

as many times I peep within

or look into the mirror

I see the same hungry soul

as yours!

you laughed,

but I sing the same symphony

that you do.

I have witnessed the same fireflies

on my finger tips

as yours.

When the morning sulks,

and my mirror forgets to smile,

I cry too, just like you.

and then, at times I wonder,

if you remove your robe

would you be hiding the same ugliness, within,

that I bear on my face?