Lustrous Lives

Gullible 

a stray flower in dumping grounds

is a stray incident.

look down as you walk the lanes

:

from the crevices

                 of indebted lives

peep                                the dreamy flowers

                   waiting 

to be squashed

by BIG feet,

to be cajoled into a bowl

in a funny residence

where laughter thaws the crude snow blades!

just a stray co-incidence i would say,

so just look down

as you brush the deadness from the green

:

the nauseating soil is the skin in the sun.

It alarms you -

             the ghosts of the dead dry leaves

throb      in your green manicured hearts!

oh, just a stray incident i would say,

so simply look away as you dress the mannequin

:

there is nothing  but  a mirror in the bed,

distorting the face 

                  that 

                 injects

                          

                 balance

                           into a familiar mask ...

oh, get over it!

It’s just a stray incident ,

a deadly petty coincidence i would say. 

© Susmita Paul 2010

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