by Umeshkumar Radhakrishnan
Here I stand blank
            searching
for words and 
                        something
else?
Come, Come, I call out to you.
Come and draw my paper blue.
No! What sin are you committing!
            You
enslave the unwilling, 
                        harass
their souls.
            Thou
art a sinner.
                        No
sinning evermore.
A Sinner! Mistaken thou art.
            I
invite them to glorify,
                        to
make peace in me.
            Not
to chain them, 
                        but
to tie life’s string to tune.
They arise in me
            or
I make them arise.
For, the sole goal is 
            pleasure
to the painful heart
            and
solace to the tattered soul.
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