Thursday, 13 September 2018


It is subtle
It is the forgiveness of your friend
It is the thoughtfulness of your colleague
The nod of the harried bus driver

In a world gone insane. 
Somewhere between the knife edge of money
And the blunt hammer of ego
There is a hidden refuge called decency

It will surprise you 
When all is lost
It will make love to you
When you feel unworthy 

Is it an element or a compound?
What atoms constitute decency?
A thoughtful childhood
Or a value system beaten frame. 

I see you
Our eyes exchange a fleeting hint
In my mind, I am grateful 
And someday, I will repay it when you least expect it. 

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