The love they lackA Poem by Anusha PrabhuThere are
times, when I abhor myself When in
ignominy with fortune and populace And I scream
for help, To numb ears
and the deaf heaven And I look at
myself, in the kaput reflect I curse my
fate!
For then, I
look around There’s a horde, Of people with
healthier destiny, riches and verve And then I
covet I go green,
for her looks and his prosperity
Yet, somewhere
amid these thoughts, There is you Your chaste, unsullied
subsistence Like the sun
at dawn, it brings me a smile And I look
around… again There’s a
horde Of people with
healthier destiny, riches and verve, But suddenly
the hatred is gone
Suddenly, I
pity them For the love
they lack! For then, I
feel rich And deny having
my life, exchanged To the richest
of the queens
© 2015 Anusha Prabhu |
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