I was hurted by every hot coal !
You layed on my road ;
May it was unconsciously,
But it burned my heart into ashes!
A pain ! That no one could see ;
Nor could be healed easily.

The half burned me , ran out ,
In hope for mercy of water ,
But the other half stopped it,
Consciously it killed every remainants,
I cried my best for a better day ,
Which i know is far away .

I was hurted by every nails !
You layed on my road ;
The blood from my feet ,
Painted the mud red !
Which did you noticed?
" No answer !"

I realised you are now far away;
Which the wounded myself,
Can never reach !
I was hurted by every part of you ,
That you showed.
And that's how leaves of trees falled apart !
Taking different ways .
© Bishal kalita