This poem was written during a sleepy morning lecture where everything seemed to go wrong.. The ma’am was shaking all concepts i had… and i put pen to paper….
A Morning Lecture
The pain of torture do give me,
For this exceeds any I may feel.
The butchery of my brain you see,
More violent than torture’s cruelty.
“Why me?” I asked myself,
“Patience my child”, said the voice in me.
(1985 – not yet)