Unreliable Words

The words are not safe anymore

Looks fragile; the ink dries hurriedly

Smudged, and sometimes crumbly

Tossed away casually towards edges

Pages reveal the unfeeling lines

Even before time can consume feelings

Stories are forgotten- vulnerable

Inability to narrate the feelings

Could not have emerged naturally

From struggles of daily confabulations

Comparisons and ersatz versions

Of many cultural upheavals

The pages will not be cleaner

Once the ink stains them, forever

Pages will crumble and wither

Decay and take away the essence

The words without a safe haven


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