To Bloom from the Vile

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 13th February 2021

I could feel the hatred eating me.
I can feel it sucking out all the impurity I held.
I let it in to push the pain off the cliff,
late to realise it entered with vengfulness.
slowly steadily consuming the inborn virtue of affection.
it projecting the minute details as atoms of Evil,
late to realise it was such particles that paved the path for my inbornity.
I invited it blaming my cowardice on the circumstances.
was my ability and preaching of love too lousy-
for my own self to give in to the vile.
pain it took, pain it gave,
Ain't too late to forgive the vile,
for thus the only way to Bury the sordid -
making the manure  outta it
to Bloom the Mussy solicitude.

- Varshini 

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