in

Only for Some Opium I Wish….

If I could have a pinch

I’d surrender without a cringe

Surrender my hopes,

(That seem now the bleakest light,

In darkness, there seems no respite,)

That have dashed my wishes.

****

To sniff a pinch of opium,now I cringe

I beg that I be led into an oblivion!

No more, recognise those wounds 

That have sore bled 

Before turning into abscess

Beyond any cure.

***

A opiumed-tongue is far better

Than harsh words that ring

And pain when tongue like whiplash sings

Your callous words rang 

And have echoed

 In my breast ever since,

Until my fuzzy ears 

Were struck with tinnitus. 

******

© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala

21-1-2021

Picture courtesy: Olga Drach

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