There is so much ugliness inside,
It surges,
It drowns,
It poisons little children,
Their impressionable little minds,
It draws blood,
A coward’s battle,
It kills not once but twice, thrice,
A life time is not enough,
The hair turns white,
The teeth fall off,
And molasses becomes the heart...
Cursed are we to have birthed,
To crave acceptance,
This is not that place,
Where God can ever be,
He hides behind our fears,
As cowardly as we.
2 comments:
Oops! the ending few lines almost shook me, giving my perceptions a new direction altogether.
Anyway, I am happy to meet you through this blog. I work for Pearson Education (Penguin is an imprint of Pearson Plc) and had an opportunity to go through the first few pages of 'Love on the Rocks' :) I am looking forward to reading the complete book.
All the best
Thank you so much for dropping by! You see, Cheena, I know of Pearson, I got my first break courtesy Pooja Sharma Gajjar, she worked with Pearson in those days :)
I am glad you enjoyed reading the poem. Thank you! We are working on a coffee table book based on this apge, have a look. I am sure you'll like it.
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