Whose Conscience Is It? Poem by Indira Renganathan
Whose Conscience Is It?
He held her hands
She closed her eyes
He kissed her on her eyes
'Sss, eyes are burning'
She said
'My lips are burnt even'
He said
'But no fire in my eyes'
She said
He stood silent, then
'Sorry' he said
Whose conscience is it?
'Stop smoking' it says
Wow so well thought and written, eyes are so sensitive to realise a smoker kissing it, Awesome. End was really surprising...100++
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4/29/2024 9:00:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well executed having an outstanding outlook. I cite.....He stood silentl, then Sorry' he said Whose conscience is it? Stop smoking' it says. This is really a beautiful poem on pain from smoking and conscience.