Treasure Island

lovita j r morang

(16th july 1976 / arunachal pradesh.assam, india)

Mistress of misery


You make me cry,
you make me laugh,
you burn me with your hatred,
ruin in me in your anger.
Then shield me with pure light,
then you
again come back running
then you
again run away…
you bury me in the womb of wonders…
you make me mistress of your misery
then again
you make me
the queen of you quintessentialities
then again
the princess of your powered polemic.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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