They picked it up from a filthy pond,
where it was trying to grow,
untouched and virgin,
under the sunshine,
smelling the earth.
 
It juggled between several hands
as each one of them touched
the untouched, the virgin,
and they laid it within a swarm
of the similar ones.
 
It reached the temple,
still lying amongst the others,
the tender one, the adolescent,
waiting and wondering
about where it’d go next.
 
They picked it up again
from amongst the swarm,
and with frequent touches of water
they exposed it, its leaves,
and the body within.
 
And as it breathed,
they handed it over
to someone who clutched it
in one of her hands,
almost strangling the breathing one.
 
She entered the swarm
of the people pushing her way in,
suffocating it, and breaking
a tender one from its body,
the exposed body of the adolescent one.
 
It couldn’t even miss
and cry over the broken one
as she handed it over
to another one, who clutched it and hurled it,
alomost killing the tender one.
 
It lay there,
under the feet of the Goddess,
breathless and broken,
trying hard to breathe
amongst the other strangled ones.
 
And as it lay there,
broken and shaken,
it was picked up by yet another one
along with others, who suffocated it more,
ready to be hurled into the unknown one.
 
The sun has set,
and it’s floating in the dark
shaken yet tranquil,
listening to the lullaby
of the waves.
 

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You may or may not understand what I’ve tried to write. You may get confused about what I’ve tried to write. But I know what I’ve written and I dunno why I’ve written it!

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