Poetry – Perversity – by Neetu Malik


There’s only man

whose feeble pretense
at divinity stalks
fearful minds
leads them into tenebrous corners

feeds them blood of
unknown beasts
drives them to murder
the innocent,
wreck peace.

Heaven is an excuse
for the hell forged
by twisted motives
known only
to man.

Don’t tell me about God.

About the poet

Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span.  Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India.  Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017).  Nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2019, Neetu’s poem “Sacred Figs” was published in The Ocotillo Review by Kallisto Gaia Press in May, 2018

Published to Flashes

WF Author interview with Neetu Malik

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