Another date, another year, & your another resolution;
nothing soothes my painful gravitation.
Though I am dead now forever,
but you are eternal for never.
My aches would hurt you more & more,
and my stains would age with that sore.
You might even try not to give a glimpse to it,
but again you are helpless to overlook it.
Pledge to not let inhuman make a nest,
before you assure to save me next.
I am just there in her & him,
& won’t let you make the next sin.
I am, albeit, - rest in peace,
but that has brought you to pieces unable, even, to seize.
Why are you, now, ashamed of showing your face,
& not when you took away all those veils?
I am not any commodity,
the way you cut me in pieces sordidly!
Don’t take my attire as excuses
& put graves of them with roses.
Are you really one of us- human,
or is it all just my delusion?
Your everyday brutality is such a sigh,
it’s nothing, just that you are naïve!