The White Pedestal
You told me I"m your life supportI was the marker to your white board
You chose a murderer for police
I chose a victim for security
Wrong decisions hurt you naught
Silence forever, unbearable
Hurtful paths don't twist your spine
Hypocrisy is whats twists, the buried knife
Appreciation is what one craves
From loved ones for whom
They stop their lives completely
Barring a few, all moments of gloom
Electric clouds, distorted cries
Evening gowns, discords and lies
Unearthly wonders, heavy paucity
of a few brave-hearts, a warrior's sanctity
Lustful introspection, carefree drippings
Heartbroken killers, friendly ripping
Water falls from this mountain of mischief
Colors are wrong of all things green
She knows the darkness burgeoning
Reaping souls moaning
Showing her strength with that mantle
Laughs, the Queen, at white pedestal
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2015-08-18 at 19:24
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