They break open the shell
And pour me out
On a hot molten plate
On a pool and they fry
They play with me and hurt me
Ruthless! they hit me
Jab me and slash me
I just lay there and I dry
They sprinkle my wounds
With the powder of pain
It goes right within - the dark spice
A tear in my eye
I'm helpless and deprived
I need my chance to survive
'If I had the wings'
I would fly
- Karan Checker
Friday, July 11, 2008
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3 comments:
Hi...so u a vegetarian?
if u had wings.....
u have them...just need to open them
I'm not quite sure whether you intended this poem to be just literal or figurative as well. But when I read it, I could relate it to the feeling of helplessness that we sometimes feel in situations we cannot do much about; the longing for wings to fly relate to our desire to find some way to escape the situation. I must say the poem's simple and incisive; the words impactful.
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