Purged and Delivered
Pause
stop
halt
you are wrong
get angry
load yourself
and wind in
tight tight
tighter
still
acquit
wipe
clean
the slate
and relax
relax
relax
nothing evr mattered
but me
and myself
in that infinite
soul
that permeates
all
here I am
a purged
being
of prejudices
and all
try that
perhaps you will also
be purged
and delivered
to yourself.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2009
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