An enigmatic poem, by Monika, exclusively for Different Truths.
Inside me, he saunters around, whilst
I haplessly struggle to throw him out.
Abrading and aching my skin and bones;
He hammers my heart, creeps in my soul.
Jabbing my brain, prodding my mind;
Murmurs sullen words, he climbs up my spine.
He gropes me to be felt, as he brays my bones;
One who tirelessly bangs n barges my door.
Though I diffidently beg off his cortege
And tell him there is no space for him to lodge.
But he keeps on averting my appeals,
Since he has brought his own trappings.
The only anomaly is that he is not Humane.
He is an excruciating emotion;
I call him “Accreting Pain”.
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Born in the breathtakingly beautiful vale of Kashmir, Monika had her schooling there. A postgraduate in Business Management, an academician by profession, she is an art history enthusiast, writes poetry, short stories and paints. An avid reader, mostly biographies and autobiographies. Giving wings to her imagination through beautiful colours and words, she sings and has a following on YouTube.
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