I am so sacred to love.
People called my love a trap
And exiled me.
People called my heart a slaughter house
And abandoned me.
People called my smile a predator's ploy
And spat on me.
I am hurt, wounded, sacred.
I am so scared to love.
Those who sell poison
In shine of their naked chest
Are winner lovers.
Those who hide cruelty
In sweetness of their attire
Are triumphant lovers.
But my open beating heart?
Abandoned, insulted, exiled.
Scared
I am so scared to love.
© Arun Maji
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