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Striped

 

I choke on dust,
wreckage of world,
and my crushed
bones of existence.

Painful agonies—

what breathing soul
is exempt from knowing?

While the world continues

doubling and halving
its joys and sorrows,

what of souls
doubled over?

Lines mark days—
scratches on skin.

Irrational love
splits_____the cosmic lie
for an irrational world.

Humanity—

striped in earth and red—

prone to depths of
unspeakable treachery
and hatred

is labeled 

Redeemed

 

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© prasanta   February 2018

 

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