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Woeful Spectator...

  • Writer: Lalima
    Lalima
  • Sep 24, 2023
  • 1 min read

How do you gloat when the mongrel

Cowers into itself at your grimace,

I cannot begin to fathom what must

Have infused such tragedy of power.


I don't paint a barbarian from innocence

Once in time I met the kindheart

Can't help but speculate your demons

Which has left you so deformed and cold.


I saw that face, shrunk into the skull

Teeth baring an awry leftover of life

Are we not all temporary casting in drama

Why waste away precious hands to bitterness?


But then...my closetful do not dance

In step with brutes of your past books

There is no analysis here, no appraisal

Only a woe of frailty in being the spectator.

 
 
 

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Somy Nair
Somy Nair
Sep 29, 2023

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