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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
to steer clear
all those doubts and reassurance
are falling on the deaf ears and
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
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.