Saving lives

Sukanya is a freelance writer, poet, and lawyer. A post-graduate in philosophy and print journalism, She loves books, rainy days, and people who smile with their hearts.

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I speak at length
Of how harmless one should be.
Prayer
Penance
Guilt –
Let them all through me,
I cut ties with meat
Pour coconut milk in my tea,
Trick myself with jackfruit
In place of beef
Leave the rest to spices
And let your Gods be.
I examine myself,
Notice dark circles fade,
Like the gloom that shadowed
The poultry I set free.
I feel good-
The validation of sacrifice
While chewing on privilege
Along with my Tofu,
I feel good
Until
I see
My house plant die.
The succulent must have cried
Like the lamb before slaughter,
The same scathing pain
Of the spinach, I plucked for a soup
Every meal is funeral
to lives, half lived
How do I tell
How many I helped save?
I speak at length
Of how harmless one should be,
I bite into my salad
Unsure of myself.
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