Wounds Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

Nothing could be
Without a reason
Like my fresh wounds-
Where manifests a deep hatred
And a dreadful face mocks at me
From everywhere.
The guise of beauty is dropped.
All innocence were a cruel joke.
The hollow promises were veiled
To realise something selfishly.

At the same time-
The jewel like tear drops
In the eyes of the little one,
His silence,
Little care and touch
Fills up the empty
And wordless space
With divine bliss
And the pain goes away
Leaving the wound open
To heal on its own
In course of time.

He is too little.
How does he teach the elders
The price for the hatred
One should have to pay
When one of the biggest losses
Failed to teach someone!

The raison d'être is not yet over.
Few days will pass
Until the arrival of a new season
When certain compromises will be made
And normalcies will resume
Covering the unhealed scars.

Several layers of wounds lie
All unhealed
One over the other,
Not all could be from this life
Filling up the conscious
And unconscious mind
And haunting the living ones
Quietly from time to time.