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



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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