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Blood rain
My hand has been bleeding,
From the scars of a blade,
Yet ! My inner person is screaming;
From unseen scars that annihilate,
My heart, which is shattered,
Is crying for the mercy of love .
Pleading someone to say that I mattered ,
Begging someone to put me above,
I am confused, what is pain ? ,
The unseen scar is more haunting,
Rather than the naked blood rain ,
But I accept these as my belonging,
I am traumatized, by the experiences ,
To which eyes and heart seem confused,
From an abusive lack of percipience ,
Nonetheless its always me to be accused.
© Bishal kalita
From the scars of a blade,
Yet ! My inner person is screaming;
From unseen scars that annihilate,
My heart, which is shattered,
Is crying for the mercy of love .
Pleading someone to say that I mattered ,
Begging someone to put me above,
I am confused, what is pain ? ,
The unseen scar is more haunting,
Rather than the naked blood rain ,
But I accept these as my belonging,
I am traumatized, by the experiences ,
To which eyes and heart seem confused,
From an abusive lack of percipience ,
Nonetheless its always me to be accused.
© Bishal kalita
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