The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

Volume-1                                              december-2011                                                    Number-2

 

 

 

 


THE TWISTED FAIRY TALE

                                          by Asma Mansoor

Why art thou dead,

Dear old, evil Witch?

O! Come, consume us,

For we are impoverished.

Hungrily we eye

Your depleted house,

By social esurience

We’ve been victimized.

We nibble and scrounge

For ant-studded chunks,

We rummage and rake

For dog-kissed gobs__

The gamy residues

Of your ambrosial abode.

No more is she Gretel,

No more am I Hansel,

No more are we children

Of a fate turned benign.

Skeletons are we

By hunger catheterized

Wraiths we be,

For a bag of flour, we vie.

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