as if they knew

then in the middle of night
they played mocking
and drawing shape of hearts
with polished blades and
crafted colours by pointed needles
over my stiff and still face
as if they knew how to draw. 

then affirming this artistic abuse 
they kicked me calling so unlawful 
they framed vague, vengeant rules
just to listen my grieving growls 
"can you not just hit the brakes? 
can you not just spell your aches?"
just to engrave their exploiting echoes
as if they knew how to roll fake dices. 

nobody knows out of this room
how unkind, unwanted i turned 
how verminous voice i invoked
each of one knows out of this room
how dreadful demands they put on me
how awful appraisals they shred on me
as if they knew taste of pinch of shame. 

- chetna ๐ŸŒป




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