Unloved
Malemnganbi Naorem *
LOVE! LOVE! Man echoes, in all ages, it conquuers all,
True, indeed it is, for some blessed by Him above;
Mirage it is, an illusion of hope for her;
Unwiped tears, bleak memories of the past and present ink her pen today.
Gone are the bleeding wounds and the scars
The haunting memories are what remain: what defines her today.
Love is what her soul yearns, refused by all.
The world said, "Why don't you take your life yotuself?"
Childhood is strewn with thorns, thinks she,
Pricking her bare feet; gushing with blood, a wish to bleed to death,
To fade into the silent night,
Her cursed soul to be sucked up by the pearly moon to her bosom.
More than two decades have passed since the curse of her existence,
Still she yearns for love, warmth from this world with cruel, arrogant eyes.
The world giving her blows a torture and pain,
Every time she is on her knees.
Bent and broken, a failure, a black sheep,
SHE STILL IS FRIENDS WITH DEATH.
* Poem written by Malemnganbi Naorem for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 08 August 2022 .
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