Sunday, July 15, 2012

What lies in blood...

The question should be
What I’m 
And what you make me
Am I a caveman whom you make a poet?
Or vice versa
And more importantly
Who decides these distinctions?
Have you not seen cave drawings?
May be the hunting scenes meant something else in their language?
Why the hell should anyone come back to one’s cave after a hard day's hunt?
And make stick figures 
If not to say
“See, I risked all for you, woman.”
The poetry in the bloodshed
We fail to see today
But somewhere deep
Its there still
In our blood
We have changed
But not that much

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