Monday, 6 April 2015

PURSUIT OF FUTILITY

In pursuit of beauty

They lost the taste of a good woman

In pursuit of societal acceptance

They lost the grace of a woman

In the fear of deceit

They saw lost receipts



In  the quest for blames

They saw a willing tool

In the vestices of an innocent woman

A tool of love is stained in shame

A sceptre of peace

Is swept by the breeze

what did we ever do????

What was our fault? ????

Are we not sorry enough?????



In the beauty lies a distortion

In the peace of our joy

Lies the ineptitude of the tears

While the general fear of our beauty

Is maligned by the few who are rusty

Beloved lies in me

The sceptre of joy and the pain of every woman


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