Under the
canopy of
Darkened
serenity
In her dismal
den
Lies she,
munching life
To the core
And grunting
the pain inward,
Oozing drop
by drop
Into the jar
Obsessed with
the gluttony
Of the clan.
Frailty
presses her hard
From
underneath her
But she
strives to hold firm
Until the
last drop;
The obsession
under her
Grows and
sprawls around
Like a savage
wilderness
Over the wall
and the window
That curtains
the sun
From her
world;
A small
portion of life
Vibrates hard
from deep down
Reminding her:
she flowed once
But now she
only oozes.
Durga Gautam
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