I felt a hard push on my shoulder,
It hurt as if hit by a boulder .
I realised that the pain wasn't physical,
But it was real , not a story mythical.
I looked around for somebody who could pat on it,
Just a few words of sympathy if not a first-aid kit.
But all I could see was a world of means ,
People putting profit in their jeans.
I knew the push had hurt a lot, couse somebody left me without giving a second thought.
Now I was alone with an aching shoulder and a heart shouting loud ,
In a big room of strangers ,
Lonely in the crowd
-By
Ashlesha Dubey
©Ashlesha Dubey
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Trembling Hands Wet Canvas
PoetryWounds heal but scars remain , Time passes fast , what goes slow is pain. Sailing in sea alone in the boat , Sound to the agony , in the words coat Dig in.... And you won't regret !
