My last kiss
I want kiss
a million Orphans
kiss and lick the tears
the blood clot
in their hearts
to sponge the bruises
in their thoughts
to tell them
that the rich
are nothing to pitch
that begging
is only a part time thing
that when the muscles
of their softest arms
hardens then the golden harvest
their motherland could harness
i want to kiss the blinds
and remove the blinds
that cling to their minds
and tell them sight
is not external,
but deep within the Creator
has dug the magic power for light
and colours and life miracles
to wake up them
from their buried remorses
I want to kiss them
to bloom a thousand roses.
poem by Lalitha Iyer
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