Do not hate life that much
To drink my poison in one gulp
Want to savor the taste coursing
Through my veins
Those hiding behind their masks
Of various shades of
Politics, religion or nationalities
Have reduced me to the level
Of animals
Depriving me of my choice of poison
Now death comes unannounced
At places most unexpected
Somebody, somewhere pushing a button
Rains death from the sky
Or death by some misguided
Blowing himself up
Spreading fear all around
Like animals looking over my shoulder
Death may be lurking just near
Give me back my choice of poison
I do not want to live a life of fear
Surely an ode to our times; sad, angry, desperate, and yet seeking some sign of hope. Well done.
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Thanks for the kind words.
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This is quite profound. I choose not to live in fear as well.
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Thanks for the kind words.
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My pleasure Pranab.
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Thanks to Jacqueline’s link from A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales, I found this poem. I typically won’t critique poetry. I think analyzing poetry is just wrong; it’s to be appreciated and enjoyed for what it is. This is too well composed to not comment. I felt this message to my roots. Powerfully said. ❤
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I am humbled by your kind words. Thanks for the visit and reading my poem.
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Excellent writing!! Excellent point!!
Kind Regards – K
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Thanks for the kind words and thanks for visiting.
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