Poem 13 : Painful

he carved his love on my heart

deep and down,

the unknown pain was unbearable

and skin got brown.

he used sharp words as needle

and my heart as paper,

i only knew him as my lover

but he came out as an apprentice painter.

his love love for me was very little

always enough to drown

he kept dipping me into it

till i laid flat on its ground.

– Ashish Kumar Singh