When Her Heart Bleeds

By Madhumita Dash

She always marvels at your distant beauty

But now lacks her adour, all her jollity.

They said her to let go the untoward bate

Though she doesn’t know if you love or hate.

Her scars are charred anew again

The blemishes spoil her peace, she falls to restrain.

She knows nothing whether to scream or pacify

Seems ludicrous for her beaming again to ratify.

The agony she carries, Soreness she cherishes

Still sculpted in her skin and etched deep within.

For all, it may be galling of her snivel

But she lives and moves with the casted aches in heart’s castle.

By Madhumita Dash