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written by: Megha Sood



We are descended from the divine

born with that ambrosial touch

floating on the angelic wings and the

defined with that seraphic glow

as we descend to this earth

rolling in muck and dirt

smeared and stained by the

seven deadly sins

we wished

to steer clear

all those doubts and reassurance

are falling on the deaf ears and

muted soul

a squelched soul trying to be free;

We are blind spectators

to the human atrocities

and lay our souls bare to

the lingering ghouls

they say 'A fruit never falls

far from the tree'

and we fervently

risk our whole life

proving our

shimmering pedigree.

Megha Sood

Megha Sood

Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is also a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Whisper and the Roar and Poets Corner.
Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords Press, Indian periodicals, Literary heist, Little Rose Magazine, Cafe Writer's Magazine, The Quiet Corner, Vita Brevis, Modern Literature, and coming up in Poethead and many more.
She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. She blogs at Megha's World.
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