The Heart Holds Me Back

O beast, one day I
will bury my love. I will steal the words
from your mouth. Enough was enough.

O god, why am I a remaining
mum? The world listens to unspoken
pain from your wet eyes.

Where are you going
eyes shut. The cobra is laying the eggs.
Do not go for bargaining.

Love which has been a pleasure, comfort and solace is no more any of that. Man is going ahead without direction or destination. Listening to wet eyes is a nice figure of speech.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003