Pride of A Flower Wreath

Weaved with a lot of skill and compassion Oblivious stood erected in disdain  Persian turquoise, Indian indigo… You name it, and I had flowers of different valleys Bathed in egotism, adorning-robe of pride Relishing my pristine appearance, while Scorning others, self gloating was my sin Sure of my fate, to be embellished at  reception decor …

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One Thousand & One Deaths

I am ready for the one thousand and one death, unhurried torturous and slow painful even to grotesque death, which I’ve embraced multiple times without any peevish complaints of my fate, trampled and trodden in the jarring folds of hefty Earth. Since my conception in the unfathomable wombs of rusty mud I carried within my exposed heart an aching …