SUICIDE / SELFISH / SILENCE


SUICIDE / SELFISH / SILENCE 


Like a pimple you cannot hide, 

my love had become an irritation to you. 
You, granting licences to all and sundry, 
while drawing boundaries for me. 
You, dung-heads think a falling star can grant you wishes. 
You, who called me life. 
You, thought this love was all prayers and no efforts? 
Now, selfishness is a virtue and heartlessness a blessing.
The love I held for you, 

went up the Hill of Silence and jumped off. 
It died and along with it, you died.

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