"HELL"

I am not a beauty nor
An elegant piece of art!

I cannot thrill anyone like a
Sunday dawn nor make
Anyone feel the ecstasy to yearn
For a never ending night!

My heart is bleeding by
Cruel gunshots of violence
And broken into multiple
Pieces of glass by invaders!

I don't find any excitement
In the wrestling of bodies;
My bones just crack!
I feel awkward at such moments
And i apologise.

I dont find any connectivity
Among people surrounding me
And long for something
That i never get.

There is no cool breeze
Under my skin,
Only dizzy storms;
There is no play of light
Nor kissing of rain drops
You can just hear the
Moaning of my aching heart.
(c)2016 B.S.Saroja
30/08/2016