The red vase is cracked infinitely,
Yet has not shattered to smithereens,
Suspended in time and space,
The crystal specks hang in there,
And the golden glow within seeps out.
The pain is its halo, Its crown!
My heart couldn’t digest you,
The pangs just fueled a fire,
A hunger that was never satiated,
Even When it was full of dull pain.
Unrequited faeces of my heart,
I finally had to excrete you.
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Shashikala Sasidharan
Poetry of great intensity replete with unusual but interesting imagery.
Thanks vijay sir for considering it so 🙂
An incisive and impassioned piece.
Thankyou Louis Sir 🙂
Beautiful imagery !!
Thanks 🙂