ImpasseA Poem by Mrudula Rani
Fom the very start you undermine my methods
of presenting a fact, So once more my analysis of crisis heading on to the one way street. Divide and share the blame I insist, .....after deciding wrong and right, You refuse to accept verdict of guilt, for you the size of misdeed Is irrelevant. There is no difference between oranges and apples, they are all fruit you persist. I am aware of U-turns and sign- post, You notice, to dodge the length of argument. I like to bring up conclusions of past, and compare them to the present predicament, but you want to take the nearest exit, to avoid the depth of a full inquest. You accuse, that I have taken finger pointing to a form of art. I need't hold my breath to know the destination of our rift. Wherever and whenever we start Our comparisons are never on the high note. They always reach an impasse on dead- end street. We are never on the same page of an argument's agreement. You can give Confucius a run for his philosophy of ethics with your diverting act I decide on cure all; the silent treatment! But it has no resilience to stay put. In your loving embrace and warm kiss, like a wax doll I melt. Making me aware of my nitpicking talent I dissolve the resolution and forgo my upper hand and the conquest! © 2019 Mrudula RaniAuthor's Note
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