By Preeti Vartak
Hurt people,hurt people
And the cycle continues.
Unconscious and Unaware
You walk with an open wound.
You powder it and dress it
Make it all look good
And if it ever oozes
You cover it with a hood.
Torn by the pain
Desperate to fix the throb.
You Numb yourself
When the heart just needs a sob.
The wound needs cleaning
And the cries be heard
Not attending to the same
You may bleed through your words.
You are passing on the hurt
Do you ever realise?
It is never going to help
It is but a disguise.
It will destroy self
And tear apart relationships.
It can get necrotic
And consume generations.
Tender to your wound
Reclaim your self worth.
Heal yourself my dear
In that you heal the earth.