The Devil

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By Saramitra_ from her book ' The Journey to the Depth of my Soul'
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Dear Angel,
You were so innocent and sweet
Wearing your heart on sleeve
You run around the house in spree
Until the devil catches your sight
And you decide to dance with him in night.

He pushes you down to the flames of hell
Breaking your innocence and purity
And the person you called your better half
Saved you from burning to ashes
Yet somewhere you lost yourself
In the savages of hell.

You never wanted to feel again
Anything and everything was dumb
Trying to escape from every reality
And color yourself with hues of doom.

Tell me was it easy
When the devil was ravishing you
And your dad bade this world adieu?

Tell me was it easy
To confess even a small part
Which you had to lie about?

Tell me it was easy
Everytime your broken pieces
Fell apart and hurt him.

Tell me was it easy
To accept anyone in life
When you were always scared?

Tell me was it easy
To even admit someone ruined you
Just the way he scared of?

Tell me was it easy
When you wanted to cry your heart out
Everytime he showered you with his love?

Tell me you didn't flinch
When you remembered his love
But it was tainted with darkness?

Tell me you didn't sleep
Everytime you felt too much
But were afraid to be misjudged.

Tell me you wanted too much
And hug was still your best medicine
But wanted to be understood in silence.

Everytime you made love
And everytime you gave in
You flinched and shuddered loud inside
Cause the demons were tainting it with night.

He walked with you
In good times or bad
Worst times or best
Hand in hand and
Side by side
Never did he once run away
Curing you from inside out
Never once thinking about himself.

And yet,
Just one more time
When the devils ravished you
You didn't find the door to go out.

Yes, it was never easy
But not that you gave up
You walked through fire and flames
To make yourself strong and brave
Just like the iron does in its grave.

Yes you broke down
Several times breaking your bone
But not that it ever broke
The beautiful soul you proudly carry.

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