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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