Hurt / Poem by Chua Bagchi Mitra

Poem by Chua Bagchi Mitra
When something hurt our soul,
We react fiercely.
Our logic fails, moral revolts.
We behave insane.
Gradually with time we realise
What we did was not proper,
We need a shoulder to cry,
But don’t find any.
People question, taunts
But the pain is not realised.
Repenting soul was shattered
Only option now is die.
But when looked at the faces
Of whom our struggle is
We stop, and with all strength
Stand up again.
Chua Bagchi Mitra ©®

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