Y. Sailaja
Language cloaks every emotion
Never disrobe even in seclusion
Not many a mortal devotion
Can indulge in that exposed cleavage portion
Nudity is a vast ocean
Voices within muted
Hunger insatiated
Vacuum and void created
Emotional bed further eroded
Open wound
Maggots breeding ground
Your flesh they pound
Your spirit drowned
In pain profound
Wounds, ...learn to dress
Those tears, you should never express
Dress well even in the direst stress
A fake smile you can always press
Use glam and gloss
To dress those abscesses
Learn... never to undress
Every pain is a privilege
The privileged gains tutelage
Footage on any terrain
You hold the reins
Hawkins ki seeti, if I'm not mistaken. The khana was dished out beautifully.
ReplyDeletedark but nice! Poem noir!
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