Muttering hymns, mustering all her will
she sat beside the window sill
A Soft breeze flew past her,ruffling her hair
yet she shook her head ,mustering all her despair
The cuckoo chirped notes so sweet
yet she continued her recital sweating in the heat
The gladioli grew outside,sharing an irresistible scent
yet she read the verses without comprehending what they meant
The fear of the supreme lord's curse still plagued her mind
she still couldn't forget the past she had left behind
The gladioli ,the song ,his blessings meant no substance
all that was important was mere lip service
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Immortal Imperfections
PoesieThese are poems celebrating the foibles of humans and the blemishes in life.
