by Raj Napal
Blame that little word that is a bloody stake.
The spark that stabs and ignites the fire of guilt.
Festering hatred and flooding away love in its wake.
An emotion that is filled with hateful tears and makes life wilt.
Cast away blame and immerse in the yellow sun of redemption.
So the flowers of our love can bloom in the midnight misty haze.
A haze borne by the turmoil of the violent clouds in our ascension.
To a far away world so we are embraced and nestled in our love craze.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
He was born in Port-Louis, Mauritius. His family emigrated to Britain in the late 60s. He practiced law in England for a number of years before moving to Ontario, Canada in the mid 90s. He loves writing poetry some of which he shares with his 2 teenage children and other people. He currently practices law in Ontario. He is really keen to use words in such a way in predominantly free verse form to create an emotional impact on his audience.
Last updated October 18, 2013