A wound

There is wound deep inside given by you,
It hurts, it pains, it makes me restless,
When I smiles, blood drips inside me,

The more I try to forget, more it hurts.

It is erstwhile, poignant and invisible,

But ache is constant and unbearable,

Irritation drives me crazy bit by bit,

More I try to overlook, darling it hurts.

I always swallowed my trouble and kept mum,

Throbbing of my ache, conveyed to none,

Now I bear enough, feel drained and exhausted,

Want to scream in my last, it hurts, it hurts….