Tuesday 8 March 2016

'Seven Sins' : A Collection of Poems (Wrath)


Here is the second one in the series:



Wrath

The question was often asked,
With a lopsided grin and the most hideous twinkle in the eye.
My answer was always the same,
Full of malice and dislike, a jaded and tacit 'Fuck you.'

The observation was rarely made,
With a twisted snarl and the most pure loathing in the eye.
My rebuttal was always the same,
Full of indignation and protest, a broken and loud 'Fuck you.'

I walk on embers long dead, my feet burn like the ashes of my forefathers.
I persevere, it is the only thing left to do.


Copyright © 2016, Tamal Kundu

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