To Cynics

To cynics



Why do you question?

Am I so negative!

May be yes.

But I just tend to murder

Only when I lose all chances to die.

Kill you,is the last resort.

There is torture in my ink,

yes,

i’m taking the best positive way.

Else,

Things can be broken,

A house wrecked,

Hearts pierced with uncomely sounds,

Or silence,depression,

Death –one or more;

Nothing happens

B’coz I choose the most positive way.

There are leeches that suck impurity out

And heal;

I do it alone

Keeping dignity –yours and mine too.

I ooz all the bitter blood,

Spit the negative out,

Vomit insanity,

Into this sterile sheet.

I am positive.

Question me,

I hand over this waste.




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