Words


I look at the black bold alphabets
They dance a tango on my paper
Yet , not bother to enter my brain .
I murder them with blue
And curse them from within .
I feel no love for them
And yawn yawn and yawn , till its one .
Poisoned ! Poisoned ! They my eyes
With the black microbes , crawling all day long .
How they settle for so less ?
How they know not , how brutal they are ?
Words , O words , you create a treasure from treasures
Yet show no pity for a little soul .
Be not brutal and find your way ,
To the home or to the grave
Where ever you feel , there is no come back ,
Where all rest in peace
Where all rest in peace

~Sidra


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