Thursday 15 August 2019

Poetry 2019 Longlist, Ishita Shreshtha


My anathema is Me;
I'm living non-voluntarily.
Every single breath of mine,
Goes in vain,
Amidst the cruelty.

My anathema is You;
You're giving me agony.
All my hopes of Me & You
Are vanishing - - -
Drearily and slowly.

My anathema is The World;
Constantly judged by the society.
My choice, my life, my will to live
Shall be buried with me,
In the cemetery.

This hatred has to end;
My tranquillisers don't work anymore.
Thus drifting away from The World,
Away from You, away from Me,
I am dying by Euthanasia.

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