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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