The World at Large

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  The descending sun spooks me, As it reminds me of impending doom. The fate of the world hanging on  the joker wearing the crown. A game of deceit and endless conspiracies, Rigged to make the hidden emerge strong. ‘Come one come all’ The sign bellows. Not one peasant decided to enjoy the menu. They are sinking to fall in their own broken ship. All towing to head into the dark abyss. We enjoy playing the game when it is, Someone else who’s head will twirl if they miss. But when the trigger loads and the target is us. When the bullet wants to grab hold on us. We run so far, without a hitch. We run to never stop to check. What happened to those who tried to save us? What happened to the joker who longs for love? What happened to the magician, is he still sick? The old man, next door, did he get his tip? The world of our species amuses me. To see the world move by so cheap. The moon is now out. It winks at me. The stars shining bright following me. The world beyond our species, Fascinates
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Flickering flame - A moth's tale (Entry for Silverleaf weekly poetry competition)

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 A flicker of flame minutes away,

Draws my gaze towards it.


I see the end, flapping my wing

Ashes burn from my hell.


A misty haze, traps my face

My eyes begging for mercy.


What does man know? 

Of the pain of us folk?


What can they do, but despise us?


They say we are monsters,

Just for our appearance.


They conspire against us,

Like we are brutal forces.


But aren’t we just creatures,

Just like them. 


If they want to kill us, 

What does it make of them? 


- Mahathi.S

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