By Aditi Singh
The sheer horror of the atrocities
Gave birth to an abomination
As the curse begins to consume subtly
The curse of loathing
The curse of hate
It starts as slight sting
Mostly remaining unheeded
You pour water at first
Calming it down
But as it emerges again
This time as an unscratchable itch
It isn’t until there’s a pool of blood
You realize that
There now exists a hole
Right in the centre of your
Very existence
Breaths are left behind
Owed to another
Possessions are lost
As you realize what it cost
Hatred, leaves you shallow
A black hole inside that light
A curse, which only leaves behind
Carnage of the greatest extent
By Aditi Singh
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