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The Pain
The Pain

© Madhumita Nayyar


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In that hideous mad garb, Oh why did you stab 

Me and ripped me apart?

My blood spurting like an outbreak

Cannot you see that my wound bleeds, 

On my forehead, the perspiration beads, 

Painful, piercing tears my eyes shed 

Quietly, as my heart too slowly bled. 

How long can I subject myself, 

To such dastardly acts of yourself, 

Wherein you cannot think of anything 

But just let the bastards in your mind win. 

Why do you torture me to such extents, 

Reduce my whole self to mere oddments, 

Out of sheer disgust,I  shiver and shudder, 

As my heart strangely flutters and bewilders. 

What overcomes you, I fail to understand! 

What gets that madness fanned? 

Making your entire sensibilities disband, 

Locking all your emotions,your feelings jammed. 

My entire self-riddled with open wounds, 

Wonders how to stop this brutal trend

When you are out of all bounds 

And does not respond to calls or sounds. 

You enter a world of your own, 

Where you dangerously bemoan, 

Your inferiorities,your failures, 

Displaying a ghastly behaviour. 

You harm yourself,and kill a part of me, 

You break my trust and try to flee, 

From the truth of your situation and reality, 

Wonder why you stoop down to such immaturity! 

No more can I take this asperity,  

Your detachment from senses and insularity, 

I bleed and cry in pain; 

But you remain unmoved, in your own domain. 

When already I did secede, 

From everything in our relationship I secede, 

Then why am I left to bleed and benumb,  

Beware lest I succumb 

To all your mad atrocities,  

And collapse and breakdown in front of your monstrosities. 

You may be then left alone to fight your inner demons, 

With deeper wounds, pains and a life without any reason. 

Mad pain

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