A Flavian Cross Poem by lalitha iyer

A Flavian Cross



Across my Bosom
I bear now a Cross
it is the Tragic heart
of regretful beat
when the rapist
lands on street
lovely virgins shut their doors
when the demons dance
at nights dark
lovely petals shut up wise
But the Cross of mine
enlightened me
of the ilks many
who littered in our land
lack the inner beauty of life
and ignorant of their illness too.

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inner beauty of mind is important and poem felt it nice.

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inner beauty of mind is important and poem felt it nice.

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