A terrorist lives
inside of me.
Every time
I abuse someone
silently.
Every time
I slam a door.
Or preach
‘Why can’t you….’
Or shout,
‘How dare he!’
And hug my
holier-than-thou
self.
Every time
I curse
in impatience.
Point my finger
in shrill,
indignant protest
or snigger
at some misfortune
of another.
Every time I think
‘serves him right!’
Every time I shout –
for peace.
Or say something
I don’t mean.
Yes, there’s a terrorist
sitting smug
inside of me
I need
to get
to know her.
Malati,
Beautifully written.
Hope you are well. I was introduced to your website by Sharad, who I met yesterday at DK’s. Congratulations for putting this together. Wouldn’t have known about it if not for that chance discussion. Definitely worth sharing with friends, and widely. Twitter?
Hope Gopi dada is doing good too.
Kind Regards
Jaidev