Lines wrenched out from a throbbing wound


This fire burns
But doesn’t burn down,
This spike tears the heart apart
Yet it keeps on beating.
No, I don’t put the flame and the iron on the dock
But how long must I keep climbing the days?
How long would it take to end?
When would I reach the rooftop where there’s no pain, no tears, no hurt . . .

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About Surya Sunder

Anglophone Bibliophile
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