Drinking the Halahala

 

I look at you and wonder

How is it you drank it all?

The pitcher of poison –

Enough to drown our worlds

And yet, you did not fall

 

I stare at your blue throat

Until You spark a thought in me,

Are we not drinking it too?

In the emptiness of our everyday

Halahala that we cannot see

 

Conquering all we do not like

To scale the hills of pain,

That someday, somewhere there is joy

And Colours - that we choose to live

With here and there a stamp of stain

 

We cannot be you -

But the little devotion we may hold,

Help us live a poison drop,

Then, in us we see a part of you

In stories that are left untold…

 

10^th June’ 24

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