Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Cancer - A slow death

They never bought me toys
We were poor
Now that I could buy toys
They say, I am grown up

Some dreams remain
And then, you realize 
You've been consumed 
by your own dreams, chasing

So is love, for me
premature was its death
in the womb of my heart
Just like a broken toy

The lump of love
has now hardened like cancer
It has begun to feed on my life;
Slow and painful
Would be my death.

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 11th March 2017