Inner Conflict

I weep discreetly, it’s like someone is squeezing my heart out,

I don’t know for how long I’ll be able to bear this pain,

This pain which has got neither rhyme nor a damn reason,

Even then I wouldn’t come out of my shell to show the world,

I’m afraid of the sympathy that people would shower,

I don’t need sympathy… it makes me weak, I know that,

But then for how long I need to put up with this ordeal? ,

If ever am able to get rid of it …will I ever be able to erase those memories?

The memories which would haunt me for the rest of my life……..

Couldn’t quite explain the situation I’m placed in,

It’s like my inner-self has rotten, defeated and consumed,

By the injustice, indifference and inexplicable attitudes.



I love reading, writing, painting and observing the surroundings.

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