I cannot describe How my heart is fumbling now
How my heart is fumbling now
Squeezed tightly in the unyielding
Grip of the death wish
I am tired from the life
Harassed by the rigid dowry
Left for me in long procession
What my ancestors did in past
Or maybe did not do
I pay for it severely now, appraised
And discounted with an iron hand
The raped senses agony branded
Sibilating emblem on the heart
Holding bated breath ,awaiting
Love to shower joyful confetti
Guess i fell asleep when God was
Giving out happiness ..and missed my stroke of luck
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