And The pain still lingers in there,
From The cuts long gone from the layer,
The bruises the marks still looks so rare,
Neglected when all they needed was care.
And Vain is the struggle to heal what's broken.
The hymn still gets played in my head,
Feels like summer in the winter's bed,
Like song of a forgotten dream I had,
Blue flame of love which was once red.
And vain is the struggle to forget the one who became part of your soul.
The memories still wide and bright in my eyes,
You were my whole book you filled it with lies,
I was mere a chapter, wish it had been wise.
you lightened me up and flew like fire flies.
And vain is the struggle to go searching for someone who never valued you.
You were like the religion I followed,
Your name like the words of lord I preached,
The spilled ink on the pages conveys what my heart speaks,
But vain is the struggle to shout when no one is there to hear your weeps.
-KASHISH MENDIRATTA
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