An Art Poem by Latha Prem Sakhya
An Art
Born to love and live
Loving and living
Became an art
Of manipulation.
Success was based
On the skill one had
For pushing the naïve
And the innocent
Into depths unfathomed
Where the cruellest
Game of survival
Is played relentlessly.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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7/20/2025 2:31:38 AM # 1.0.0
u have found the point how the cruel play with the naive and innocent just for their selfish motives. you have touched that crucial point in this poem. very nice. please take up such themes and turn into wonderful poems. thank you for sharing