Hurt Me
Tear me to pieces, parade on the path naked, mutilate me
Rusticate my life! Ruthless radical rebel, ravish me!
Mock my mortal flesh, jab me jovially, ceaselessly,
till sweet sympathy sprouts in your hard heart, hurt me!
Horrible pain pulsating; somehow I stand, grip- only hope;
My bones in fragments, never shall be joined
Identity crushed, individuality mashed up, rip me off
this earth! Seize my air too; snatch it, its all left in me.
Who am I to revolt? The world’s your abode too,
Exist and I happily extinct, you survive in serene stillness.
Breathe the air I breathed of forgiveness and love, who knows
It might by some means change you to a human being.
Copyright © Bruce Chhetri | Year Posted 2011
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