Questions

Down the deep dungeon,
The corridors dark.
Screams of the prisoners,
Echoed on the cold stones.

Bleeding and in pain,
Some were half-dead .
How many came and went,
No one counted.

The castle was majestic,
All glorious and lit.
Prisoners were tokens –
Of victory and valor.
Questions rang,
In those helpless souls –
How are we enemies?
What is our sin?

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Stay Blessed 🙂
— Priya Pramod

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Scar

They came with a smile ,
that she couldn’t fathom.
She was on the clouds
and thanked her stars!
Time was witness,
for the smile was wicked.
Like seasons’ witchcraft ,
Their colors too changed,
to dirty greys.
She was devastated.
She felt betrayed.
Her fear came true,
when she saw those claws!
They cut through her,
straight at her heart;
Bleeding her ,scaring her.
She lost her trust –
in good and bad.
Her eyes got blurred,
She can’t see what truth is.
Slowly she withdrew,
to her inner shell.
For she feared –
the brutal blows again!
That wasn’t enough for them.
…and then she stood up,
with all her might.
For her, for all.



–Priya Pramod