Ignorance — A Paradox
A Short Poem
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1 min readJul 1, 2020
I’m cinnabar thrown into the fire
With the rising vapors, I wash my wounds
I’m a melting liquid mercury
misfit in one hundred and sixty pounds
I’m becoming the Zen practicing mindful
rage to find joy under the crust of the earth
The omnipresent happiness —
I hid it in the arms of despair
and did a devoted search in this universe
I even stopped by the parallel world
in a hope to find the lost happiness which
was sticking with me all the while.
©Anitha Sankaran 2020
In response to the Poetry Prompt: misfit by J.D. Harms —
