Posted in "Fifty Five Words ", poésie

The blunder

Knowingly, he bit into the forbidden fruit,
Opening the Pandora,
Of his aims, dreams and ambitions.
Going against the Christ,
Standing by what he believed,
Questioning the ‘good’, probing the ‘evil’.
Answers draped in black, ideas merged in red.

One mistake,
The blunder called birth.

Was it worth surrendering?
to the superstition;
Superstition ,
called life.

6 thoughts on “The blunder

  1. something ENTIRELY NEW to think about – life as a superstition – birth is a blunder, she wonders as she holds her precious 5-week old grandson. very different and I like that.

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