Ceremony Of Oblivion Poem by Santana Moshel

I order myself.. to forget and forget.

After a blood soaked combative day
I undress my mirror.
Scarlet wounds peep through
My whole entity.

The fervour deems at the end.

After a whole day of observance of
Love and civility
I get back to my tired home.
Still My mirror....TRUE and naked
Sniffs blood everywhere.

The blood flows and then stops.

I open my wardrobe
Choose a brand new saree
And a long work of
Brushes and concealer
I attempt
(abiding rules and regulations)
To forget and forget..