ugly scars

i have too many ugly scars on my face
which time promises to heal
but i doubt

disguising the ..festering pain
.. torn lips
heavy, and choked..i walk down the streets
deep scars of past..gaping at me..possessing me
battering every hope..of light..so bright..
my toes are damp..my eyes are cold
every street smells of my past..and my miseries gradually grow bold
eachthing looks so painfully familiar
i cant rest
i cant stop and stare..

Now..as I stoop to cover.. my hurting face
washed with tears.. crying restless
for a brief moment
my heart halts!

look there! a kind smile that sends my heart shudders!

but alas! I cant stop ..all in vain..as I start to walk again
...still doubting..still sad

shunning the light..of hope...alas! still holding on to the pain so bad.



Poetry by rini mahapatra
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Written on 2007-06-04 at 16:32

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