the boy

He is burdened
He is beauty
He is free.

He is beginning.
He is my brother.
He is you and me.

He is truth.
He is suffering.
He holds the feather or the gun.

He is sincerity.
He’s an emblem.
The symbol of a stride with one leg.
The symbol of hope when there is none.

© 2015 Pia Krishnankutty & springtidevoice. wordpress.com All Rights Reserved


13 thoughts on “He

  1. Steppenwolf says:

    He looks so completely and enviably happy. And your words, this beautiful piece of poetry, underlines his happiness and amplifies my feeling of felicity 🙂 Thanks a lot and by the way, good luck with your finals 🙂

    • misskutts says:

      That’s so wonderful to say, Sebastian. Really, truly heart warming. Thank you for helping me through my frantic state of looking for this ‘lost’ poem.
      Looking forward to more of your posts as well xx

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