A Turned-Over Verdict... - Poem by Poornima Kanasen
In replacement of unforgiving anger,
IT journeyed through swiftly, carefully, yet promisingly,
Blossoming in him or myself?
Another uncertainty, yet my assumptions leaving no other solid options as answers…
An intention that was accomplished,
For good of me, does it echo in such a way?
Bearings of mine, ever intimidating others,
Altering their perceptions together with unfairness,
I stand alone in my own justification,
Sensing what is right and not,
Yet, I am stagnant, in an unknown parameter,
I declare occurrences there, yes …
I fail to pronounce the gains!
No regrets but a sense of insecurity creeping in
Albeit, there are two sides to a coin,
A mishap is still itself, not excusing anyone.
Fate of mine, who decides?
Cleared from conviction, for that I have gotten my precious.
My thoughts revolving around my decisions,
One after another, adding weight to my mind.
To disown my thoughts, what more can I ask?
But my dignity is on the verge of sinking
Staggering for more words,
Struggling for a survival,
I grabbed hold of something invincible for me to digest,
Emerging slowly for the poor soul in me,
Thrusting upon me, the visibility I yearned,
Revived from the past, rejuvenated from my sins,
Sins will remain; it is the unfixed duration that tells you tales.
Tales, penetrating to your inner self, reminding you of your sins!
A path of spiritualism, pardoned me to be all one again.
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