LALITHA JOSEPH


Aftermath… - Poem by LALITHA JOSEPH

She turned round and round
To summon the past
The life smelling of moth eaten books
Coffee houses resounding with heated deliberations
Hot coffee turned cold.
Fiery discussions melting and exploding
She trekked…
conquered the joys of innocence
Then came the time…to sing the dirge
No chorus was there
She stared …
Her scholarship at stake!
"Papa, where is the animal to be sacrificed? "
Silence…
No turning back.
New loves swapped the old ones…
Smiles that told tales of exploitation
Surrounded her…
Fictitious stories of unparalleled sacrifices
Ripped her…
A pauper is created
All skills disarmed
In the rural intelligence of exploitation.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 23, 2014



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