Touch Me Not

by Venkat

beware! touch me not
to human feel, I am thorn
of temper, boiling hot
in fires of dry desert, born

in my wounds of past
seas of unheard tears
in nightmares, aghast
screams numb, by fears

deep in life’s four walls
crimes with no corners
a world subdued, false
shameless mourners

a society stoic, ill-bred
ripped conscience, apart
every opportunity, a bed
make gory evils jumpstart

as I sweat in these unsocial fires
dragged by hard weight of time
no justice, heart of no desires
tears piercing, unforgivable crime

let screams of this hollow lung
be heard for miles in every mind
bring remorse where guilt is hung
sow deep answers to a moral bind

one’s pleasure, another’s pain
may rain of truth fall, drop by drop
on the eyes of this unethical terrain
to reap one seed of love as crop

inspired by the ghastly crimes coming to ears of late

One Comment to “Touch Me Not”

  1. Powerful . . . The island speaking to the mainland . . .

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