Invisible, Indefinite And Hollow Poem by Shouvik Roy

I am invisible,
The water doesn't reflect me anymore,
Nor the rains pour on my skin,
I am hollow,
The kisses don't arouse my senses,
Nor the love stops by my heart
I am indefinite,
The math doesn't count me
Nor the history has my name,
For since long, the walks I had
On the roads of sweet thorns
Has turned me into a wounded diabetic,
Sleeping slowly, weeping slowly, panting
as the insulin of love turns futile
and the ice of warmth goes in vain.
Thus salts of atonement burn my wounds, and
Turn them into scars, to never fade away.
So, I am invisible, indefinite and hollow today.