The Facts Speaking for Themselves

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I stand on the background

Through ups and downs

Through winning and losing.

I had died a death in the waking hell

When you started to remember me.

My arms were waiting

Would have done through the torment

That you let slip away till the end day.

You were watching the dark shapes

In an excuse to disappear for ever.

Time moves on, wounds heal to the naked eyes

But the bearer terribly affected by life’s cruel blows.

Can a raw soul see it close to the skin

Rendering me with defenseless commitments?

Give me back all my trusts available in my tears