TWISTERS
Jernail S Aanand
Only the flower knew
It twisted it's features
When thorns pressed hard
And for innocents
They were smiles.
When mother said lullabies
Who knows from where
She summoned
Sweetness in her voice
And suckling milk in her breast?
I saw the birds who sang
And the animals
Who were silent
There was no wisdom
It was only pain, expressed or suppressed.
Sweet faces were tortured
With smiles
Hastened by lipsticks
Torn by hunger
Dead to all sense of loss.
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