Wasp Stings

Still resounding in childhoods’

Souks, are those raspy admonishes

Of events, misunderstood~


Gawky, innocence, blundering

Full throat into the upturned funnel~

Jeering red lipped mouth, that was life~


Bewilderment, still starry eyed, balanced shakily

On singed wings and prayer, had frantically sought

Deliberate gaps in destiny’s words, stone written~


Recycled, living in parallel worlds

Realities’ thrust and parries are those

Wasp stings that hurt in reminisces~


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