Wishu Sindhu

Walking Beyond The Pale

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. ~Oscar Wilde

This fire burns black
Asphyxiating fumes
I inhale

As ashes wait to merge with earth
Smoke flies up to touch the sky
And Fails
I pick up detectable pieces
Pleading river to take them away
To no avail
Glaciers refuse to melt
Another betrayal is felt
As I walk beyond the pale

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