Peace and sins
His calm fingers touch it
the liquid feels sticky.
Through the hole an universe
can fall or pass, in this case
a simple small piece of bullet
that has entered and refuses
to go leaving the warm inside.
The winter's branches are arid.
He looks at the sky, broad, wide.
What is it that is making him
dizzy and his sights blurred? He gropes
for his purse where a photo
of his God, well thumbed, rests. He smiles.
The windows of fear are shutting.
The men who are settling on whom
to call first press for police.
The lonely street can be his life.
The story of a dying sinner
who can sin no more. Peace permeates him.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Blessings and best wishes - S.
Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the obstacles that will invariably come your way.
In the end, it is the person you become, not the things you have achieved, that is the most important.
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