Pathetic Writings

By Mitanshi Kumar

To learn is to forgive,

But to never forget,

A simple act to hold significance,

In your beating, dead heart.

To learn is to love,

To heal from the broken,

And yet the memories come to haunt you,

Of your once compassionate past.

To learn is to live,

For the people you love,

But what to do,

When those who you loved,

Don’t grace you with their presence.

What to say,

When there is nothing to live for?

And here I lie,

Writing another piece of poetry ,

As she watches over me,

And tells me to stop etching my heart with;

Pathetic writings.

By Mitanshi Kumar