If I could have a pinch
I’d surrender without a cringe
Surrender my hopes,
(That seem now the bleakest light,
In darkness, there seems no respite,)
That have dashed my wishes.
To sniff a pinch of opium,now I cringe
I beg that I be led into an oblivion!
No more, recognise those wounds
That have sore bled
Before turning into abscess
Beyond any cure.
A opiumed-tongue is far better
Than harsh words that ring
And pain when tongue like whiplash sings
Your callous words rang
And have echoed
In my breast ever since,
Until my fuzzy ears
Were struck with tinnitus.
© Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Picture courtesy: Olga Drach
Such a poignant poem, Mumtaz. ‘…tongue like whiplash sings’ is such a powerful expression.
❤️thank you, what better than for the pained heart to become creative according to many masters!
Very poignant and beautiful 💚
Poignantly beautiful, dear!💚💚
Oh, what an attempt to get rid of deep hurts!
Beautiful poem Mumtaz
Heart-wrenching and devastatingly beautiful