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1.9k · Aug 2016
Dear Homeless Man
Mitu Aug 2016
Dear homeless man on the side of the street
Begging for a dollar, a smile, or a treat
I’m sorry I looked away
I’m sorry I pretended like I didn’t see you
I need to shelter myself from the truth
I want to shelter myself from you
See I can never be a shelter to you
I could tell you there is rest
In the shelter of the Most High
I just assumed you’re probably high
I can’t handle the guilt of greed
So I blame you for panhandling
Now please let me drive by
Before I’m caught up in a drive-by

Dear homeless man on the side of the street
Begging for a dollar, a smile, or a treat
I’m sorry I looked away
I’m sorry I pretended like I didn’t see you
You’re in my blind spot
I cannot see you
If I pull up my blinds
Then I might spot you
So I stay in my dark room
Where I picture a world
Captured in imagination
And developed in reality
I stay in my dark room
I time travel with a flashback
I picture the world in just white
I picture the world in just black
So I expose the injustice
Until it’s black and white
Now I see the picture right
366 · Apr 2019
forgotten cup of coffee
Mitu Apr 2019
Love grows cold
Like a forgotten cup of coffee
On the dining room table.
The steam dissipates;
Trailing into nothingness.
Leaving behind the bitter taste
Of lukewarm commitment.
326 · Dec 2018
A Sunflower's Hope
Mitu Dec 2018
Some days I lie beneath dreary skies
And hope feels like a lackluster lie;
A deception conspired to appease my despondent heart
As I search for meaning in this monotonous life.

Some nights I lie beneath dreary skies
And jealousy envy the sunflower for its intuition.
How it aligns with the sun by day,
And faces the east even in the darkest of nights,
With hopeful anticipation of the sun’s promised return,
And finds satisfaction at the gaze of its sight.

So when hope feels like a lackluster lie,
I remember
That even the sunflower faithfully waits.
For in the morning the sun still shines
Even if I can’t see the light
As I lie beneath dreary skies.
282 · Nov 2018
Stalagmite
Mitu Nov 2018
Untold stories, her thoughts are prose
Buried in the caverns of her mind
In the darkness there is growth
Yet only in the light its beauty shows.
A poem about how hard times help us grow, yet we don't see the beauty until we come through the other side.
232 · Nov 2018
Rival Lovers
Mitu Nov 2018
Is it too late to revel
In reveries of rival lovers
Fighting for each other's heart
To be one and the same
And wholly remain
Without disguise and without shame
Let love wash away our battle stain
For in His holy name we fought
Against each other’s heart
In the name of love
We pray
Forgive us, Lord today

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