From The Biography Of An Unknown Woman: Xxvii
'when i love or hate
it's for the rest of my life! '
the words hit her hard
from afar as the tropical
midsummer dry heat that poured
in through all the possible
inlets of the house
'but why nurture hate for so long?
how can the love you carefully
arranged along with your other
acquisitions turn into an object of hate?
why not learn to let go, for your sake?
do you know you forgot to dust your
love along with other objects
continue to love it as you would
the other decorative pieces of your home
at least for the good of your well-being...'
the words as usual remained
behind her lip-line...
07jun2010
19.22hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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