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Articles: Poetry | To My Coldblood
- Prof. Wounded Heart
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Oh! My dear Crooked,
heard that you are getting married.
Enjoy.
Enjoy the money, Enjoy the woman
Enjoy the glory, Enjoy the life.
Are you happy now?
Taking all my smiles,
you gifted me tears.
Taking my life
you head for a new wife.
What did you get?
Why such animosity?
You portrays the obstinacy
Only because I persist. Right?
A 'well matched pair'
is not supposed to
mate with others.
One should even kill
if there is an anger.
But one should not sell
the self-esteem.
While I remain to be yours
and dreaming of a life of 'ours'
you decide to spend with the 'other'.
Sorry. It does bother
and a real torture.
How can you decide on your own,
you, coldblood?
If you kill me,
I would have died happily.
If you torture me,
I would have suffered silently.
But...my dear coldblood......
you have cut my throat
with wet cloth
by diverting your path.
'Yes. I am bad'
Are these words going to soothe me?
'Leave me on my own'
If I plead, can I get a life alone?
You can marry someone else.
But what about me, did you ever think?
It is not as easy as you ink.
'Don't you ever marry?'
you questioned me.
Yes. I wish so. But I can't too.
Never throw me into someone's hands.
Understand. You Idiot! Try to understand.
Even if you realise later,
What remains for me to gather!
Alas! How I can bring sense to you!
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