Desperation
I am an icy flower estranged from every human mercy or prayer
By bishnu prasadPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
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I am the flower of
who knows what buried log
that to be alive
creates children
up from the dark
womb of the earth—
I am an icy flower—
estranged
from every human mercy or prayer
and the air around me
is empty—
breathless—
shaded
by mournful cypresses—
O who will give to the flower
to its painful corolla
the final strength
to bury the self?
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Comments (1)
Beautiful poem!