Mathew Thomas


Karma - Poem by Mathew Thomas

It was a tiny pustule,
That welled up as a sore,
And erupted,
The doctors diagnosed it as caste,
Its not cancer they said,
It’s just a sore,
It’s benign,
Not malignant,
So do not worry,
The doctors do not know,
It eats the soul and corrupts mind,
It’s a pustule and a sore,
That bursts and overflows,
It becomes malignant,
When I was young it was a pustule,
With taunts it grew to be a sore,
Its genetic, they said,
Hereditary has a large role to play,
Like diabetes,
So do not worry,
But my school mates say its contagious,
And ask me to sit separate,
They will be infected by touch,
I wonder if it’s benign as the doctors say,
But my schoolmates say its malignant,
I am worried it could be malignant,
So seek a cure,
At the local temple nearby,
The priest said it is malignant,
It is your karma, he said,
For there is no cure.

© Mathew Thomas,2013


Comments about Karma by Mathew Thomas

  • Rookie - 314 Points Hardik Vaidya (4/24/2013 5:13:00 AM)

    Brilliant write on the social crimes and continuing caste holocaust in india. Exceptional Mathew Thomas. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/24/2013 4:26:00 AM)

    there is no cure of karma, right. good write.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013


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