Megha's World

Philosophy does not regard pedigree, she received Plato not as a noble, but she made him one.
–Seneca the Younger


We are descended from the divine

born with that ambrosial touch

floating on the angelic wings and the 

defined with that seraphic glow

as we descend to this earth

rolling in muck and dirt

smeared and stained by the

seven deadly sins

we wished 

to steer clear

all those doubts and reassurance 

are falling on the deaf ears and 

muted soul

a  squelched soul trying to be free;

We are blind spectators 

to the human atrocities

and lay our souls bare to 

the lingering ghouls

they say ‘A fruits never falls 

far from the tree”

and we fervently

risk our whole life

proving our 

shimmering pedigree.

Photo by Kasper Rasmussen on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt Pedigree

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18 thoughts on “Pedigree

  1. Beautiful powerful write. You wrote it with perfect description and mood setting. You began the piece divinely, with angelic wings. Then, the sinful Earth describes by rolling in much and dirt. You attention to detail was fabulous. A great write.

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