At the edge
of my life
Is where I stood
Hopeful were
my eyes
Simply then,
Like every
fairy tale
There she
came, ominous
At her
arrival
Horrendous,
were the screeches
Of the unborn
in the wombs;
Young
mothers were scooped of
Their bosoms
On the carcass
Of compassion
she stood
With her
heels piercing the flesh
Of humankind
Her violin
Zigzagged between
Melody and
harmony
At the end
of the ballad,
she declared
With three
cheers
Peace restored.
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Copyright @ Ajay Pai
02nd May 2017
Image courtesy: Pixabay
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