Incomplete thought fragments
Strung together unimaginatively
With neither heart nor mind
This is the make-up of modern poetry –
Muddled, borrowed creativity
I am the Queen of Tragedies,
Henceforth I declare:
I have been wronged at every turn in my life
Yet, I never rendered any harm to a single soul.
I am incapable of sins and wrongs
Anyone who thinks otherwise is a sinner.
I shall judge the world around me,
Punish anyone who disagrees with me,
Absolve them —
From their hearts they will acknowledge my Purity.
Wouldn’t life be so much easier if we knew who we are and what we wanted from life? Here is a poem about the exultation of self-discovery.