Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
Mysterious Pain - Poem by Anirudh Induchudan Anirudh Induchudan
for a while,
i stood naked, drenched
before the mirror
what were your eyes searching for in the mirror image?
this body is just a doll played by his hands.
beneath the heart lies a painful longing
as a scalpel tearing the skin
that pain is the mystery of my life
if that mystery is solved
my life would be a barren land...
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