If only for one night
we had discarded religion like clothes
counted each others’ ribs,
run our hands over each others’ scarred hearts
read verses to each other from our scriptures
thereafter buried books that divided us
and saved us from religion
maybe then…
Written for dVerse. De says:
Put your heart into it, and pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word heart.
A lovely and hopeful piece, Punam, in which I find humanity beautiful!
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Thanks so much, Jaya.
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Punam, this is so beautiful, I really love it ❤
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