Bland Food
By Priya Chouhan
The essence of humanly love lost, purity repelled by the soul,
Words boiling in the cauldron of cruelty.
Lies, the truth of this recipe, eyes flaming with anger,
smile of betrayal, dagger of self doubt thrusted into the heart.
Toxic mind spilling the dull figment of hell,
Cries of help still unheard.
Sweet talks died long ago, survival is the new purpose,
tempering the hatred in the pan of intimacy.
Impolite stare, guilts piling up,
Accusations of a warm comforting presence.
Blotches of leftover peace on the apron,
The uncooked food of courtesy served fresh.
The essence - - - - - - of cruelty!
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Priya Chouhan has been writing poetry since class sixth and she has just completed her graduation in Economics Honours and preparing for her Masters.
Poetry has been a tool for her to write on neglected matters. It aids her to weave the unspoken and an inexplicable contentment fills her heart when words finally reveal their beautiful meanings.
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