Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

No One Has Time..

You have beaten me on the thoughtful stones,
Beside the weak rivers of uninterrupted caution,
The rivers are full, floating are the emotions,
You have dipped me in, to strain your hands,
Beat me as many times as you wish,
I can’t give up the old habits that stained,
Boil me in the selfless containers added with soda,
Soak me in the bleach to chase away the flower dyes,
Look at your hands, full of sores and these bleed,
Now you throw me into the machines,
Let it spin on its own, the holes are there to dispense,
Clean and cleared are pressed, the rest are thrown out,
The life has become simple, I lie in the dumpster,
No one has time to teach and preach,
we can become our own masters either to live or rot.

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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