A Preacher’s Avowal

A PREACHER’S AVOWAL

Can’t reach as far as a conscience—
I confess: Hence,

Let me lie in peace—
Brokered for a price !

In a prickly world.
Ever psyched up :

The priceless pause—
More coveted than relief eternal !

Some soul always got left behind
in an adrenaline rush;

And

Dogs got eaten up at the post :

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ( c.) KUMAARA SUKEJA. MARCH .2016.

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About Kumaara Sukeja

As for my bio-tidbits, had studied English Literature for my B.A ( Hons.) degree in the 70s.Dad was a writer and a journalist of repute in the vernacular media in his time. There were also others before him in the family who had celebrated works in their names in the Kanarese, the local language.I was fascinated by Ogden Nash for one for his originality. Among the literary devices, I have almost a weakness for Alliteration and Rhyme schemes also come easy to me. As one grows mellow with age—I am Sixty–I guess, Empathy is one virtue that develops in the character, naturally, after shedding a lot of flab throughout the years…Although my name is Ramesha, I prefer to write under my pen name.

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