When You Wish For A Solution Poem by RIC BASTASA

it would have been love
or filial pity, or perhaps
just a family, some roots for
survival, no wish for fruit or
flower

ah just a wish. in truth once you
see her and kiss her hand, you leave
at once. there is no reason left
nothing to talk about

here hate died, indifference takes charge
over this acquired numbness
no oneb
's to blame. here i claim no correctness
to a social sickness which is final and
beyond cure

here you talk with all calmness to yourself
wishing that she die because it is the only
door available to a happy ending