Hurt

 

Stumble by accident or by design,

Inflict hurt and consequent pain,

Ointment of time heals the transient wound,

But leaves a visible scar,

A silent spectator of incident in the past,

This scar is a boon, as it has its use in identification,

For filling up columns in application,

When your soft emotions are punctured,

By the pricking of unsolicited taunt or when ditched,

By the ones you hold dearest,

It causes overwhelming internal tremors,

With its predictable epicenter at the centre of the heart,

After effects of that are awesome – a heart filled with hurt,

Pain of which is seemingly unforgettable,

And dies only with the death of start crossed victim,

Your feeling get toss-over by the whims,

Of those you hold very closely to your bosom,

The prevalent hurt has anger as manifestation,

Which turns into depletion of energy and depression,

When redirected inwards in frustration.

Some repulse the blistering attack on their impulses,

By paying the donor in the same coin,

hurt-proof, some become, by the consistency of

Hurt they experience,

That the perpetrators themselves become shame-proof,

Of their futility of using their blunted weapon.

 

Harbans Lal Khajuria

 

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4 thoughts on “Hurt”

  1. I know this is totally random, but I just thought of this right now.
    I am confuse more than I know. Unfortunately, you cannot say “learn from your mistakes” in this situation because every situation is different. It’s the same as implying that once you have been hurt, you seal yourself away from the other party and that’s how you live the rest of your life, alone. Will you be happier?

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