The Elusive Guest

Peace, a sly scoundrel,
restless and fragile,
met me a few years ago
for a few seconds
in a red dress
at Macy’s on 34th street.
A miracle indeed!
Stifled by the stench
of fast life, I invited it
to live in the frontal lobe of my brain.
That egoist politely declined.
“I do not coexist with ignorance”, it announced.
When the pandemic pressed a snooze button,
I took a long look at the mirror,
Slowly, I have been
coughing out the nest that
greed had built in my throat,
plugging up the holes in a perennially
leaky barrel of impulse,
ironing out the creases in
reticent rationality,
hanging in patiently to meet
my dear elusive guest
but looks like it’s going to be a long wait.
It got severely wounded on January 06, 2021
at the steps of democracy

About the Poem

The Capitol Insurrection on Jan 06, 2021, was not only a brutal attack on democracy but also injured peace and left a permanent scar on our minds.

About the Author

Ami lives quietly in noisy New York City and writes poetry when she is not working in finance to pay her bills.

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