Seeing only that you are
Very hurt as always
Another wave of humiliation
Poison of past innumerable insults
Has swallowed you once again
And once more, helpless
Bewildered and speechless
Though you know
That, this the first
Thing is not in your life
Nor will it last
Still you have a hope from yourself
That in the life of our porous grief
Make something
That will survive even after finishing
And finally prove yourself
Well you know
Prove yourself in the
battlefield of that composition
Until we remove our skin
Unless the skin is on the skin
Blood drops do not come
In handy, else left
Excessive immersion of the heart.
