I loved, I craved, I yearned and for you I felt,
Your words burnt my heart and so I knelt;
Then my deep wounds bled and hurt,
Itched and pained with the ‘past’ dirt;
My heart is now dry, arid and rough,
Once wet emotions have a rust so tough;
Left with no emotions and a trace of feeling,
I do my duties well and work for healing;
I am a heartless, angerless, creature in peace,
Finally its love I have learnt to cease.

Copyright 2020 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)