Betrayer - Poem by Shanaya Sharma
Lips that smiled, eyes that shone bright, heart that leapt with glee
When you saw me emerge through the darkness of your mind
I can’t forget how you waited for me, ready with tender life in your hands
You wanted to give me everything, anything…just at the cost of my satisfaction
You prayed late at night, just so that I would see sweetest of dreams
You believed in me before you could even think about yourself
You struggled to save me from the troubles,
Took all the pain that befell me-
But still, you were afraid to touch me, afraid that I might get scarred
You were afraid to convince me, afraid that I might disagree
You were afraid to cry, afraid that I might take you for weak
You were afraid to hide, afraid that I might get lost seeking you
More so…you were afraid to die, not because you fear death, you were afraid, that I might find everything a ‘little’ difficult without you.
And there I am, a Betrayer…I betrayed the very fact of your existence!
And now I wish, I could get you back…or at least your shoulder.
I want to cry on your shoulder
But I am afraid that your shirt would get wet, patched up with blue tears,
Or I could just cry on your eyes, without wasting a single drop
But I am afraid that your vision would be blurred,
I want to cry, maybe on your neck
But I am afraid to give you pain that might settle in each of your abyss
I don’t know, I want to cry, if I could, on your spine
But I am afraid to give you the chill
Yes, I am too afraid!
And now I can’t do anything…just crying on my own wounds
Maybe they’d heal…No! ! They are deepening
My tears are not like your kisses…won’t heal…
Oh, how my heart is racing…tears pacing…soul aching…sadness draping…hurt blazing…
But then how can I possibly help myself,
As I lie here,
I am a betrayer….
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