Wednesday, 28 December 2016

A wound

There is wound deep inside given by you,
It hurts, it pains, it makes me restless,
When I smiles, blood drips inside me,
The more I try to forget, more it hurts.

It is erstwhile, poignant and invisible,
But ache is constant and unbearable,
Irritation drives me crazy bit by bit,
More I try to overlook, darling it hurts.

I always swallowed my trouble and kept mum,
Throbbing of my ache, conveyed to none,
Now I bear enough, feel drained and exhausted,
Want to scream in my last, it hurts, it hurts….

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