Cutting Away…



Cut down the dying boughs

With an axe, I say.

Chop and slice each poisoned bit

And set them aflame.

Let the jaundiced leaves shrivel to nothingness.

The ashes will swivel deliriously,

Celebrating their  freedom.

They will float in the morning breeze

And settle amidst the flowers.

That is where you belong, my friend –

Swirling in the fragrant hues of another life.


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Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep me  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark evenings  talking to the stars or thinking

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