Anticipation
brings in wild ideas
I feel my shape
changing to suit
an imagined future
-strangulated
by serpentine coils
of fear and greed.
Why does happiness
never come alone
pure and untainted-
to make me a fairy
and break the human spell?
Why await destiny
thinking – what’s on the other side
Heaven or Hell?
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“I can my shape changing to suit…” – isn’t that the path of a woman, shaping ourselves to meet the conditioned expectations? Well written Reena.
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We need to change that again. Thanks, VJ!
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You are welcome, and yes we do.
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Lovely poem Reena. I makes me realize how the unknown leaves us all with deep questions, though one day we will know it all.
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I hope we know it all one day. Thanks so much!
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You are welcome Reena.
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Why indeed, great question.
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Thanks ☺
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My pleasure
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