For Gowri Pathiraja
“….If you are the wind`s leap,
I am the buried fire….”
Octavio Paz-Motion
I stared, frozen with terror,
As she spewed out,
A terrible torrent of invective,
And marked ignorant terror,
On the onlookers` faces.
Burning with rage,
At the public humiliation,
I walked off, I remember,
With a spiteful apology,
Muttered through the gritted teeth,
‘I`m sorry to have troubled you here!’
Swearing to myself,
Never to forgive her,
Never to look at her again.
But now your yell lies on my memory,
Thin, feeble, almost dying
Sans its inflammable venom:
The thickest cloud,
Can only obscure the Sun;
Only for a moment.
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