Sunday, September 23, 2007

Aditi's latest poem - "The Hollow Men" revisited in a powerful way

Degraded mind

Degraded soul

Devoid of emotions

Hollow to the core


The regret

Of having a heart

Mourned for

Long ago


Pretty you

Pretty me

Unallowed

Un-pretty


Convexes here

Concaves there

Black is pretty

Only for hair


Love isn’t beautiful

Love isn’t true

No one loves another

As He loves you


Love is wilted

Love is dead

It’s what you get

In the back of a car



Knock me

I might make a sound

Now that I‘m hollow

All around


Hollow mind

Hollow soul

Hollow heart

To the core.

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