Extrimities

By Pragya Pandey

Hurts , aches , shame and pain.

How much more should I contain?

Reaching to the limits of insanity,

Would I be left with some dignity?

Hesitation , frustration and neglection.

How long can I hold my depression?

Writing it all is hurting my wrist,

Do I really live or just exist?

Zest , delight and zeal.

Am I not worthy of it to heal?

Care , protection and love,

What sin I did to not deserve?

They get along everywhere,

So why do I belong no where?

Losses, wounds and injuries,

Life has become an endless misery.

All weak, lost and broken to bones,

My will is in dark, my heart turning to stones.

By Pragya Pandey