Let’s Be Positive

Lets Be Positive long poem

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so, like always, morning comes and
brings with it news none browses
but the pages sit still on the table, irate

indifferent we go about our lives, erase the outline
we spied, out of the corner of our eye on a fluttering page
on the left side

immobile a girl with vacant eyes, set on fire by a mob
a shawl sheltered her frame
like a shroud, shrugged the thought out

how do we be positive
if we cling to suffering and melancholy?
move on, please

we shake away the memory, see some show on telly
when suddenly, a woman with
skin like melting wax, empty eyes, her

mouth a crater, tells us about acid cast at her,
acrid acid, it scars and scalds the eyes the mouth
corrodes body and so

traumatized, we scrutinize our faces, our mouths
and we sob, not knowing how to stop but stop we must
as stopping is key to a life of positivity

It’s best to reject dejection, death
distress and empathy
we FEEL, it’s a dreadful disease!

this disease will heal if we get some help
the first step is to nip sympathy
in the bud

so starting today let’s seek a way
to strangle our souls and try to see

Optimism is key. Let’s fill our minds with positivity.

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An Indian national, Sushi works as a teacher in Singapore. She dabbles in fiction frequently and one of her short stories appeared in "From the Depths" -- a literary journal published by Haunted Waters Press, USA. Her travel essay on Maldives was recently published in Jaggery, a literature journal that promotes South Asian writers.
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