INDIFFERENCE...

	By Karine Ovsepian


	Indifferent
	to reasons,
	that are misled hallow spaces,
	Consciously masquerading life,
	Wrapped in clean linen stories,
	Put away,
	Like two-hearted swans,
	Single body of expressions,
	Distressed with realms of control and pleasure...

	Indifferent
	to weakness,
	A culpable mind thirsts alone,
	Mixed thoughts sprinkled everywhere,
	Unevenly, preserved with muteness of life,
	Thinking to themselves, 
	Disputing irrelevance of worth,
	An insignia of incomplete existence,
	Prey to avarice...

	Indifferent
	to pandemonium,
	All reasons burn at both ends,
	Derelict moon dressed by each rising sun,
	Kisses plague of each day,
	It slivers skin to thin layers of ice,
	Depraved,
	Living insipid life,
	Adoring antiquity of flesh and bone...

	Indifferent 
	to blunders,
	Uniting each distant discourse,
	Understanding seems a prodigy of life,
	Generous with existence and death,
	Harbored in ones manifested mind,
	Where manner corrupts each reason,
	Be it divine,
	Be it indifferent...  thus,

	Indifferent 
	to life,
	Gentle seem the waves of oceanic depth,
	Hearts in their amber transparency,
	A staged disdain,
	Slave to precious air,
	As limbs melt with coherence,
	Time becomes anything but immortal,
	Existence - a simple apathy!

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Karine Ovsepian was born in Yerevan, Armenia, but grew up in the city
of Soukhumi by the Black Sea, which used to be the capital of
Abkhazian ASSR. Literature has been part of her life since school
days. She writes in Armenian, English and also in Russian. She is
planning to publish her first book.  Some of her English poems have
been published by the International Society of Poets in US.  She is a
graduate of CSULA with BA in English, minor in Creative Writing &
Biology. She believes poetry is a gift, a limitless gift of expression
and imagination to the world.