Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Monday, 24 December 2012


The truth it scalds like a flame,
Always burning away the lies,
As the games that people play,
Bypass the fog of many a reality

In spite of the merciless onslaught,
The frantic pace will still continue,
Peppered with moments of cold pity
As well as stepping stones of irony

Some say the winds blow in change,
Yet the boulders of stubbornness
Destroy the house of every just age
In the feral landscapes of ambition

Does the quest for new hope grow
With the slaying of old pestilence?
And under the blind spots of misery,
Will the world's cup always overflow?


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