Take a drink (poem of mine)

Give me these hands of hope
Let me see
These palms
Turned open
Let me see a shyness
Dissolve like a dye –

Disaster will follow
I took the warnings on my shoulders,
The mornings on my conscience
Padded with good lucks
Trembling with the good will.

Sometimes
It is too clear
And memories march
Through memories
Pain tingles
As a sensation
Unknown
Peculiarly
Elusive
Peculiarly
Alive.

“Take a drink” he said,
And I
Feeble
Obeyed,
Disobeyed
Swung between the two,
My polarities
Head-locked,
Obtrusive.

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