Scintillate

 Tear drops on pink lashes

Unwilling to give in to gravity 

Luminous lenses forfeit the summer heat 

The pair of unblinking homes of hope unrelenting to succumb to grudges 

to labels. 

Long lithe fingers cold with hunger 

picks up the declarations 

"I am important" , green lips read 

"I am loved" 

"Ooooh but by whom?" whispers menacingly, the devil on the shoulder 

The bruised shoulders heave the sigh of life 

One more day.

Everyday.

 

(c) Anu Madhubhashinie 

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