If words could release the rues

I’d write a 1000 page book

If tears could beat the woes

I’d cry out an ocean and more

If pores of the skin could subsume the deluge

I’d plug each pore with grit and soot

If heart beats could override the hope

I’d make the heart swell and explode

If blood could wash away the stains 

I’d spill all of it until zilch remains

If mornings could dispel nightmares

I’d burn down nights to fumes

If strangling the memories could kill poignancy

I’d asphyxiate the mind to oblivion

If ceasing the breaths could dwindle the flame

I’d smother life to jaded ashes

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Asha Seth