a small token of kindness [ 09th september 2025, tuesday ]
a round table,
a conference of triangles,
fortitude or servitude?
a decision to be sought.
pages of emotions
and binders of spiral thoughts,
moon's decorum splintered
in the group aubade.
hollowed warrior first,
stepped and stood upon,
soundless glare
with edges bruised.
happiness arid,
interrogation drying,
forts and castles
over murdered merits.
and then a joy—
foreign and known—
repenting its birth.
mind of the crumbs,
heart of the loaves.
no trek can trample
the path of a trickster.
a lone chill, a surrounded cry,
traces of impulses
in the fireplace of life.
a wardrobe of escape,
mumbling telephones.
rotten tales and
tatters of the pretenders.
guests excused,
world locked-up,
and again—
the uncaring rouse
protects to betray.
the sky of memory
chokes
the birds of today,
like fluttering sage.
oh souls of flesh,
how similar are thoust—
from one to another—
you migrate in your palm.
#adropofhumanity
