silver moonlight hits hard rocks
drenched in apprehension
blasphemy will follow
can't shed lingering aromas though...
drenched in apprehension
pain finds its place after joy
can't shed lingering aromas though...
those moments feel like eternity
pain finds its place after joy
women are born to be non-existent
those moments feel like eternity
they give me an identity
women are born to be non-existent
their existence is minimized
but I have discovered my identity
I intend to stay with it…
their identity is minimized
silver moonlight hits hard rocks
but I intend to stay with it
let the blasphemy follow…
(99 words)
Reena Saxena 
Oh, wow, powerful poetry digging up painful truths. I loved the poetic form, too.
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Thanks! The basic pantoum format has been modified to fit in with the word limit. It cannot be called a pantoum anymore.
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I like the form your 99 words took. I love the line ‘silver moonlight….’
And yes, let the blasphemy follow!
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Thank you, D.Avery!
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A very sad lament – wish things such as this weren’t true, but it is good our minds work such that we can get around it.
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Agree. Thank you so much!
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