We Poem by Usha Pisharody
We
Like the brilliance
a shower of broken glass;
Like the riot of colour
at the peak of spring;
Like the music of a hundred
different birds, sounding together;
Like a pleading cry of an
unloved child
And the desolate heart of
a lonely lover
And a whispering look of an
unwanted pup...
I see myself shatter
blowing my fuse
exploding into a million pieces
deep inside - We
11 March '84
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4/25/2024 8:11:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Majority live in I but few sensitive one live by WE The chaos you mentioned, the sounds of birds or a child crying, desperate lover or unwanted pup …..all …thought provoking……….a good one..