Why Did I?

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

Now I stand empty

In enormous pain.

Naked...

Wound,

That I covered with smiles

For millions of years

Opens its face

Before you,

Oozing out deep darkness

Of rotten blood

That starved the fresh air of love,

Which impetrates,

Implores...

And you...

Had nothing to offer.

Was your deception, the knife

That cut open