Treasure Island

Aparna Chatterjee

- Choice -

The devil
Is in me.
The diva
Is in me.

So, why am I
Blaming you?

The heaven
Is in me.
The hell is in

Depends on
What I give
You ;)

It's not only
Entirely me.
It's what you
Can extract
From me.

Hell? ;)

(Poetry themed on Contrariety)

Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2012

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  • Bharat Mehru (3/12/2012 11:38:00 AM)

    What an admirable insight and outstanding putting! ! (Though my comments may be extravagant for some people but I just want to exercise my right to express what exactly I feel) You seems to be a neutral critic of yourself.In a way these lines are similar with my Father's Aadha chor me bhi hu Aadha Dev me bhi; mere insaan hone ka suboot hai ye. (Report) Reply

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