Each and every time thou will make me
fall,
Each and every time, I will stand.
Enough relying on you…
Enough pinning faith on what’s
engraved on my hand.
Faced all your wrath and tantrums,
Thought one day, you will show me ‘The
light’.
But the endless spells, you had cast…
I should have known, I am alone in my
fight.
Thy cruelty is far beyond,
No matter how evil am I!
You led me on the road to perdition,
And you mocked at my each cry.
Oh dear!... listen to me now.
Thy never ending anathema has come to
a halt.
No more damned am I!
And thy name shall never be called.
©
Honey Digra
3 Comments:
Direct Dil se.......I guess...!
Too good....The pain is so much visible in this poem, reader can feel the fire burning in him/her...!
beautiful lines ! rather beautifully xpressed and drafted !
the first feel i got after i read was my deep association to them. So can actually empathize with each and every word. :)
Words portray true picture of realities of life !
btw, d high end vocab used is a bit hard to be known by a common man !So u r actually lucky if she's sitiin bside u ...reading herself n xplainin :)
simply superb !
Thanks Nupur & Anamika
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