The world has eyes of misconception,
The kind of eyes that will perceive
The brightest light, a shadow!
The world has a nose clogged with
The filth we dump,
For it is numb enough to be unable
To smell the most fragrant tuberose.
It has a mouth that will call
An honest man, a liar,
And hands that will title
The abused, an abuser.
A heart that has been frozen
Since the birth of time,
And a mind that will aid
In every single crime.
Nothing will ever be fair or just
Because the home we live in
Is cursed.
It is the ‘Field of Punishments’,
For the alive and the undead,
making us pay for what
Adam did standing underneath a tree
In the Garden of Eden.
Vaishnavi Sathish is yet to finish her schooling but has a flair for literature and fine arts. She lives in Pondicherry and has recently published a maiden collection of 39 of her poems under the title Sunflowers of the Dark.
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