A note

Forgive me if you ever felt,

You’ve not been treated well.

For i know how to love too well,

But my words do not form as I wish,

My heart doesn’t listen to its own rhythm,

the very own essence of who i am.

Gradually it got hidden with the grief itself,

Yearning for love, kindness and compassion.

Nobody cared,

They just buried all my dreams and wishes of new life,

All alive.

Nobody cared.

Whenever i tried to talk to you,

My throat becomes a dried up moat,

And the words which emerge

The border of the absurd.

Whenever i tried to talk to you ,

I felt my confidence crumble,

I falter and stumble.

I was helpless and remained helpless,

For a longer stretch of time.