Pain
written by: Vijinarayan
@viji28
I feel like a stranger
A day after the onslaught of pain,
Fighting like a doe in a tiger’s clutch
Trying hard to mitigate it with pain killers-
I am totally exhausted!
I feel like that
Faded
Tattered
Threadbare
Cloth with so many holes
Hanging alone on the yonder clothesline!
I have been washed
Bleached
Beaten to the core
All energy squeezed out
I slump into my
Garden chair and
My limp heart tries to find out
How much longer?
Counting hardly yield any answers –
May be till the threads of that cloth
Dissolve into thin air?
I shudder!
Vijinarayan is a bilingual freelance writer from Coimbatore in South India. Her articles and poems are regularly published in popular newspapers in India as well as in many international online literary platforms.
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