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My Worth.


The days I have lived

should it be fair enough to say

the years I have lived

that sounds good considering my age

have been spent on nothing I feel

having lived like a tree or plant

No!  that would not be a befitting comparison

as they have given shade and yield

I have been through with no initiative

just eating and sleeping all through

doing nothing serious and practical

can I ascribe my existence to a stone?

Oh!  that would not be a proper equation

as a stone has stood the test of times

remaining patient for centuries together

but I am worthless than a stone  greatly

Well, did  you say only now you  have fruitcome to know

with a jeer and a smile in recognising my inability

Well, that mockery is not without relevance

as I had been all through irrelevant.

 

Turn Away.


Being a hard nut to crack
he goes turn-away-from-me-john-phelanon his way
living as he wishes
not tagging with anyone
away from society absolutely
very much away from habitation.

Well, the cause might be great
it should have a validity
as it is difficult to get on so
The reason might look trivial to others
but to him it has tremendous impact
granting a bitterness and a distaste.

He has had his trials in life
He got injured and hurt.
he was taunted and mocked
subjected to derision and defamation
leading him to retreat into forlorn
living all by himself in a cocoon.

A tooth for a tooth striking at once
and an eye for an eye dreading all through
has been not his way of life all along.
Shunning them from vision totally
and not seeing them anywhere anymore
gives comfort and solace to the injured soul.

The Kill


A bout of anger empowered her

It nearly paralysed her.

The nerves rolled up violently.

Delirium seized her vigorously.

 

Damn it!  she shouted as loud as she  could.

She swears and curses as much as she could.

She stutters and mumbles as long as I could.

She staggers out  as slow as she could.

 

She  sees a circle of fire around her.

It is burning high encircling her.

It is not the real fire that holds her.

It is the heaving and sighing that kills her.

 

Yet, she is not reigning aplomb and high

She is struggling to make ends meet with a try.

She lives away from gossip and schemes almost shy.

Her manifestations and gestures perch her above sky.

 

Is it wrong to live with pride? she quoth.

Is it a sin to detach from the crowd? she loathes.

Is it treason to survive within means? she froths.

Nay not, my child, live as righteously as you could, I console.

 

The world finds happiness in jeering the noble.

It mocks at the efforts of the able.

How are we going to label?

The  provocations make us  unstable.