I wish you could see
My agonizing journey
From your inhumanity
Towards my creator
I swear you would die
Of regret and suffocation
Of your withering eman
The disgrace of
Your shameless cowardice
Will kill the man in you
For putting me through
All the monstrosities
I wish you could witness
Seeing me scale
The spiritual statures
Beating the snags
Of fake human love.
© Aarzoo Mehek
Part 2. But His love for us is pure, all-encompassing, all-pervasive. But our realisation of this fact comes late. We always go after worldly pleasures, worldly love. Those who fake their lives also will realise it. But, may be, a bit too late. Then, they would have no life nor love left in them.
Pain is everywhere how we take it in stride is what matters. A wonderful poem.
Typo: you are. I take this poignant little poem to my favourite
Great! Your master in presenting the pains, perils, hardship, harrasment that a woman faces unnoticingly. I respect your 'I'
A very powerful poem. The words of the Poetess cut like a knife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A stinging account of betrayed faith and unrequited love. When one realise that the love of our counterpart is fake, just a prevention, the void it creates is huge. Such realisation scalds one's heart forever.