The poking fingers,
time and again poking,
why,
I have to....
will.....take it granted!
Always at stake,
always at receiving end
sidelined.....
I knew my disability,
i ever expect sympathy,
nor i want
never......
i gave all my love,
i gave me care
i gave my affection,
i will....
My heart bleeds..yet..
Its wailing....
tears...
its drought!
copyright 2016
anil pillai
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