Vera Sidhwa

Pollution - Poem by Vera Sidhwa


The mind pollution was awful.
It hurt everybody around.
It created hurtful souls.
The pollution of my mind.

I went in zig-zag ways.
It created polluted ways.
I hurt so many.
I also hurt myself.

You see the bad way,
Was most enjoyable.
It seemed the temptations,
Were simply doable.

But one day, a moment,
Caught me by surprise.
The Void in me told so,
That that was the correct way.

Inspired by Buddhism

Topic(s) of this poem: victoria day

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 23, 2015

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