The emotional pain that we experience when we are left behind to cope by ourselves is not always visible or understood by those around us. Read on in this heartfelt poem by Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta "Mewadev" to learn about the story that each scar tells.
There is a scar on my face
Have you even seen the scar you left on me?
Let me be free to just be me
Painful words landing sorrow in first place!
For uncaring worlds to see
My end, although no one, not here, can see where
My eyes do not gaze upon who you are
Faces who have smiled at me
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;
But we soon find that the world lashes out
No matter how loud they shout
Tears roll across the scar, that no one else
When it’s wounded there is no cure
I'll sit in darkness where my soul is torn
It is the own creation born
A future that bares the past require
Each scar telling a story
I wish I could sing the pain away
You peacefully passed away,
I touch every scar as history.
© Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta “Mewadev”, Banda (U.P. - India)
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