Being real.
The unflinching
Relentless
Unapologetic quest
That cannot sway
Waver
Or compromise.
To walk the often lonely path
that mocks as it builds a halo.
Thorns that prick, pierce, draw blood
Gales that sweep dust all around
Deep pits to fall right through
to different universes beneath.
To stride along
unseen, unknown.
However.
Whatever.
Wherever.
To know that there is no other way
but to be.
And then, to be.
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Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you have a poem you’d like to submit, do email us at [email protected].
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