If words could release the rues
I’d write a 1000 page book
If tears could beat the woes
I’d cry out an ocean and more
If pores of the skin could subsume the deluge
I’d plug each pore with grit and soot
If heart beats could override the hope
I’d make the heart swell and explode
If blood could wash away the stains
I’d spill all of it until zilch remains
If mornings could dispel nightmares
I’d burn down nights to fumes
If strangling the memories could kill poignancy
I’d asphyxiate the mind to oblivion
If ceasing the breaths could dwindle the flame
I’d smother life to jaded ashes
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Asha Seth