Somanathan Iyer


Wounded Heart


No bleeding no injury yet I am wounded
Doctors and medicines can not cure
Nursing and kneading will not help
No swelling no fracture yet I am wounded

Robbed of sleep raring to sob
Food turns foe fun fans ire
Songs and movies seldom inspire
Near and dear find me normal yet I am wounded

Not to the body the wound is caused
Bloodless injury bemoans my heart
Caught unawares and causing anguish
Lethal words from very close quarters
Wounded my pride wounded my spirits

Submitted: Friday, March 22, 2013
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  • Chandra Thiagarajan (3/22/2013 11:27:00 PM)

    At times we are disappointed and hurt with lethal words and it is hard to forget it, no doubt. Your deep anguish is mirrored in this impeccable write of yours.Time will heal, perhaps.In this connection, if you find time, I request you to go over my poem- I can forget it.-because it also deals with the same subject -! (Report) Reply

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