Wicked Poem by wardha jawdat

A real saint's soul will not condemn its soul as wicked! ! !

tainted are us all, reference point shifts a lot and relationships as tentative as cohabiting kites on a 'ledge' still virtuous eh? ? ?

But the poem is not wicked! its eloquent......thought provoking....fine! ....10+

WOW... WARDHA... POWERFUL THINKING... WE CAN NEVER BE SAINTS...A LIL WICKEDNESS IS A PART OF THE FALLIBLE HUMAN NATURE...

It’s nice when a poet finds an interesting uncommon thought before they start to write. Clearly this has been done here.

Feels strange to live through a see through box- never mind. I tried to explain it as closely and as clearly as possible. I'd be uploading that instantaneous response on this poem; duly citing the basis of inspiration. thnx-warda P.S: Poems are our children never think they can be modest

Since you don't allow sending messages, I'll have to use this space to give an insight on my comment. I see poem as a living organism which breathes of the intensity of emotions that had brought it into existence. A person who is on relatively comparable latitude either very empathically inhales and breathes in tandem with the poet; while for others it acts as a Sirocco and blows them off to some new geography. While I fully imbibed the intrinsic allusion to liberation of soul from the onerous magma of body; that enmeshes it in the labyrinth of desires and dejections, however to me it was that hot oppressive wind which unmoored some deeply anchored acerbity