HOPE

Dead tired are my eyes.

Digging answers for their whys.

Why can’t whys turn into acceptance.

All problems resolved with a try.

Red boiling is my mind.

Staring at such kind.

Feel like crushing their attitude.

No more will they be blind.

Dripping blood is my heart.

Knives pierced through my shirt.

Could not do the same to them.

If only truth did they blurt .

My soul has left the body.

Looking for new, not a hobby.

Come back in a world of empathy.

Where love would need no alibi.

(c)sunita grover raina2021

30/04/21

India

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