Black Innocence

Black Innocence

A Poem by Maan
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There's no room for innocence to exist when innocence is becoming the ultimate weapon.

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I am desirous and angry,

alone and sober,

waiting for a chance

to collect the innocence from world

and burn it in the fire of heaven,

I am here and there

looking for a reason,

Why my skin flaked?

when that mirror broke,

Was it my sins?

or mirror was so fake to show the real me?

What I believe?

What I seek?

I think, I tremble and hide

“I was sincere and loyal

to your sins and to you”,

I said to the mirror

and then there was just silence,

‘You’ echoed,

Goodness has no end,

every good always ends badly,

I got to burn the innocence,

It’s too consecrated to get burnt down here,

It has to die,

so that we can all fight and die,

It’s getting useless and cruel, yet most dignified,

I am black innocence,

I am white truth,

waiting for a chance

to collect the innocence from world

And burn it in the flames of heaven

© 2013 Maan


Author's Note

Maan
Everything is having versions now, black and while, much and too much, less and more. The field of everything is including pure feelings in it too which isn't helping in identifying the truth about the feeling but causing the confusion that is it real or not? I
May be feelings aren't changing nor there can be any scale to judge the level of feelings, it is just the human and their nature changing.

Dust was is on our faces,
and we keep cleaning the mirror.

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Captivating words! I relate to them a lot. Beeauutifully written!

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is a very brilliant write.

Posted 2 Years Ago


its fascinating....
great write maan...^^

Posted 5 Years Ago


:)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Amazingly done, I enjoyed reading this

Posted 6 Years Ago


Poignant write your words a journey into the deep .

Posted 6 Years Ago


This captures such emotion its incredible.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Lots of questions, but they are worth asking. Enjoyed the darkness of this poem.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I think of a movie , Civil war, the dusty Calvary rides into town, Confederates .... then the Sargent pulls out his gloves, Dust pops off the uniform as he slaps and pats, Union Blue shines threw.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Very dark, deep and descriptive, wonderful job.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Maan
Maan

Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan



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