Wounds Of Love

I still stand alone; in midst of darkness of night;

I gaze upon the stars above; wish to wander away my plight,

I still fold my hands in temple; in front of a clay bust called GOD;

I pray what my mind says; but no mantra; no matter how much it appears odd,

I still wish to climb; conquer the lush green mountain of love;

I wish to touch your face; standing top in glory; in sky above,

But still the prayers stay unanswered; bereft of my inner soul feel;

Because wounds of your betrayal still hurt; scars: they refuse to heal.