Milk of the poppy by Sneha Sinha
Ever wondered what happens when
He lands to the hard, cold ground
After a mean reality check
Does his heart strangle itself
Like the forlorn Romeo?
Or does he become the benign bard?
Singing lullabies, coaxing himself to
Sleep on nights when his eyes are
Dreary, but heavy, the heart.
Does he smile coyly, knowing
The fact that there’s no one to do that
For him – Smile.
Does he ponder on his brimming benevolence,
Silently questioning himself?
Does he thank the others
For making him taste the milk of
Or does he torment himself,
For the time he had been living the
Worst, believing in it!
Or does he become the cold person,
Once he dreaded himself whom?