Cradle

I cannot have my emotions

Get daggered again and again

By some foreign elements

Like its been stipulated

With some vile commodities

Ready to be healed only by

Inducing with the same agonies

To other lively souls around.

This is not the correct solution.

Ways need to be breached sometimes

Such that the spark that is

Supposed to infiltrate

Could have its fate melted

Like its believed to have been destined.

I don’t want to become any saint here.

But twinges and fringes are

What I wanted them to be salted and cleansed

So as to give the new taste from now on

With an eye to have the novel beginnings

Not same repetitive tragic endings.