Crying cross certain of disaster
no respite no recovery
I am going out to die today
The liars are grabbing my throat
And pawing me in the back
The thief of my love is pawning my heart
And every eye undresses me on this road map to hell.
The help has disappeared the husband escapes to office monotony
The neighbors dog nips baby's finger.
I am blamed and blaming myself Thanks all for pain shared is lessened
I tried to make them listen..they say I shouldn't have used the back entrance nearest to the auto stand
To discourage me they plant a motorbike accross the steps....
Ruses and rot
That's what you've got
Gossipy ladies I forgot
To mention you too
Eying my clothes myself
As if I'm a piece of insolence
Scabbing their eyes
I began Friday
Ending the week in hope
Now I'm scared to go out and face atrocities
To fetch my baby I just have to go.
Its alright its ok.
Poetry is life too
A tale of sound and fury signifying distress
Dignify it by your glances
Don't scorn it if the words
Neither romances your heart
Or dances.
Imagine there's a hell.
Its heavens very real estate on earth.
If all were well
Who would take chances
To reach an illusory heaven?
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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