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24th of April
When you rest in the tender hands of Love,
All fear and pain is gone.
When eyes are too dim to look above,
He is the shoulder to lean on.
As myriad of emotion overwhelms the heart,
Darkness and horror comes to life.
As the soul prepares for eternal depart,
Past seeps in through like the cutting of a knife.
Steel fingers lock the ringlets of hair.
Every shameful touch beyond define,
Left me only so vulnerable and bare
I had lost once I thought was mine.
12 years now with hatred and anger,
Two girls living in one body.
One blameless with purity as her anchor,
One alone and heart torn shoddy
Tangles of memory in space and time,
Helplessly admitted the defeat
Guilty of submission and crime
Waited for the punishment to be complete
There appeared a sword of blazing fire,
Thrashing and slashing chains of sin
The face of my Maker full of desire,
With droplet of tears hanging of his chin
Once again, as Past engulfs me with thoughts of rejection
I look upon the man of cause
A portrait work of God’s intellect and perfection
Oh, how blind I was
My broken body lie still in his embrace
As he walks along the narrow way
Between His heart and mine is only an inch of space
I rest my head tired from the day
When you rest in the tender hands of Love,
All fear and pain is gone.
When eyes are too dim to look above,
He comforts with the hope of dawn.
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