Sunday, November 13, 2011

Choices. Simple.

They call us sinners now, the lords of moral fiefdom,
For the acts we've done and the words we've spoken,
But when we'd looked for shelters from the storms,
We'd found the temples closed and the gutters open.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

so beautiful.. :)

Serendipity said...

Mukta, this is yet anodder reminder for you to be writing a book of poems.You simply must.

Mukta Raut said...

:-) many thanks

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