Anandh K

The Mutilation of Tender Realisation

The sweet childhood for me was just deprivation;

I lived my days within a world of imagination;

For me even basic things needed calculation;

While others enjoyed its fruit I lived in starvation.

 

“Why am I alone?” I don’t know how many times I asked this question.

The only way to stay alive was embracing isolation.

Every single day was just another frustration;

Without even knowing, I had befriended self-rejection.

 

“Love me!” I cried in desperation;

No one gave a hand during those days of devastation.

Tears never flowed in emanation;

Maybe those elixir beauties also hide in fear and humiliation.