An impeccable profile
-analytical at the core
-liberal just enough to include others’ quotes
to support your views…
A closer look reveals
feet sunk in the depths of a well
where the frogs know no other language but their own
They croak, they malign, they vilify, they demonise
an outside voice
They never know what the world is made of other than the stench they float in
I want to know what divides your demeanour
There is always another one walking beside you
Maybe a frog struggling to validate its existence
But should it always ride on your shoulder
And push your feet deep, deeper down in the cesspool…
The borrowed line (in italics) are by T.S.Eliot in The WasteLand.
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Interesting take Reena! So deep and meaningful!
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A brilliantly interesting poem.
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Very interesting poem
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