By | August 6, 2016



The inner world is immense unease,
Which just knows how to increase.
Like a heavy bucket of water is stuck
In the middle of   the well like throat
My eyeball inside its socket stands afloat
The time when the brain quits
Thinking about Something else
And then your heart starts to commence
No love, no care, no relief.
Pain is like the life of mine
Which cannot be explained in brief.
My own sweating palm

Feelings which can turn things just except of getting calm.
My power and thoughts are getting ignored
As the pain which came out like a flood which was earlier stored.
My physical body is getting dead cold
The pain is so strong that it can never be mould
You can swim over water but this is larva
……… waiting for them to understand that this is my life is not a drama.
By Nandini Bharadwaj, Hisar, Haryana

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