RIFT

RIFT

A Poem by Joicy Christopher

Deep down I found her
beyond reach,
Her neck strangled,
Her hands cuffed,
Her ankles chained.

What is it to her?
A clutch? or,
A place of transformation?
A domain of recreation?
A sphere of orientation?

Purposelessly Wither
In that closed box
Unexplored
Unpassed
Under layered.

© 2019 Joicy Christopher


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Added on November 5, 2017
Last Updated on February 19, 2019

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Joicy Christopher
Joicy Christopher

Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India



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Joicy Christopher @ Ajeetha Joicy Rosana. C is a writer, fine art trainer and PG English Assistant, in Chennai and Trichy schools. more..

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