Ambition swells like a tide within,

I mull and moan before giving in…


Happiness is not what it wants.

It wants only sorrow, blooming black,

Like a lovely flower meant to attack.


I wish I was just a thorn

That lives defeated ever.

Torn and thrown away it is,

Yet better than a jaded flower… 


© Vidya Venkat (2006)

Published by Writer’s Workshop, Kolkata


Published by Vidya Venkat

Ph.D. candidate in Anthropology at SOAS, London. Formerly, journalist at The Hindu, Chennai.

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