**crime And Punishment** - Poem by Vishal Sharma
Not a day passes by, not thinking about you,
believing in my love, which I know is true.
Waiting for you, to come back,
with a lot of hopes, but no regrets, which I lack.
I sit down crying, hurting myself,
praying that you will realize, my love, by yourself.
What did I do wrong, that you left me?
Isn't there anything pure that you see in me?
What happened, when you hugged or kissed me?
What happened, when you wanted to stay by me?
Was I not, a wall protecting you?
If not, then tell me, where I screwed?
I can change, the tides of time,
even with blood, as I write this in rhymes,
waiting, breathing, bleeding, for only one day,
standing wide eyed, for a single ray,
of hope, to see you return,
and give me a chance, to show my concern,
for you, and only you, whom I love,
ready to even battle, the gods above,
with a power, to bring heaven and hell as one,
for, the only one,
who is you, my heart,
without whom, my life is torn apart.
Is this betrayal, or just a phase,
to watch me suffer, bleed and phrase,
my pain, my blood, my inner happiness,
that has turned me cold, to numbness.
My tears have dried, crying for your return,
as I have turned hollow, and started to burn.
Think about, the good times we had,
the love, the smiles and the bond we shared.
There was not a single day, when you did not call me,
only to hear the words, 'Love you honey'.
Every day, and every night,
I hold on my phone, really tight,
waiting for a ring, or just a message,
which was my beating heart, and my life's passage.
What is it now, that you detest in me,
that you chose, to just leave me?
I am in despair, which I dont show out,
for this is another battle, a war, a bout,
that has brought this, sickness in me,
awakening, the demon inside of me.
Now I stand deadly, with rage,
transforming, even as I age.
But all through this, it does not conquer me,
for there is something that lets me be,
in a way, that you wanted me to stay,
filled with love, and a question that makes me pray,
oh god! ! Please bring her back, to me, my love,
please dont punish me, with your wrath from above,
and all through this.....I continue, to ask this question that would be,
dear, 'Why did you leave me? '
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