QUESTION OF RHETORICS

June Writing Challenge

Day X of XXX

Question of Rhetorics

I left it lingering in the air.

My mind becomes its stir.

My pen has always been fair.

It wasn't clear or concise.

Neither was it pure nor precise.

It is the question of rhetorics;

Rhetorically playing tricks;

Both in me and my readers;

Probing thoughts in a sleeper.

So I ask, rhetorically speaking;

What is the meaning of this life?

How long will this injustice last?

How many times do I have to write?

2020 was your year of what?

Covid came and took away what?

Didn't stop, the rapist started with whom?

Not over, racist started with whom?

Here I rest my pen,

Again probing thoughts in you.

I'll wait till we meet again,

Right now, am I in you?

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