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colour of your face

I always wonder why people are rich

That they can fill their belly with rotten pride

That their eyes are always on the prize

That they see wealth in the skies

I hate them money folk

They play in mind repulsion

Not because I don’t have what they own

But because fickle is a word they do not know


Smile skies of reddy blue

Uneven tapestry of me bathing my arms

Sectioned body

Anatomy ready to be read

With your scalpel I meet my fate

With smiles

Meditative Sword ©Kiran Kaur


Slipping through the night

I almost held my breath

wanted to blink twice

but I pushed and did it anyway

dont grab my hand

I want to be free

Jumping from the sky

into the sea