there is no dam to stop the flood…


I would weep but tears do not avail.

Sarcasm still wont prevail!

I would end it all right now…

fittingly laid on Papa’s bed,

but who would indeed weep.


The unwanted child has grown…

Uncannily gaining ground yet,

the most sad of most creation.


Who will take it in,

not you, not her and definitely not him!

when will the tears cease?

who will call on heaven to shout a cease fire?


just when will death come and make a stop…

are there still joys to be lived…

who will put an irrigation where all else has seized!

Alas for the unbroken one!


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