The Aching Heart

My heart is aching by the troublesome acts

Of thy harsh and crucifying subjugation

Thou can't understand the state of heart

I feel and tolerate your verbal divorce

You have crossed the limits of taunting 

Borrowed few from others to fulfill

The quench of thy heart to disgrace

The bruised quintessence of my soul

Now I feel the pain and dejection of hell

So ceaseless torment does my heart bore

Few of the moments I do ponder with regret

The eve that trapped could have been evaded

It's a plea to thou not to agonize me so

That I will afflict and will end my life in vain.