Don't give out a tear

A Poem by Ishita

When your world shatters down i and you're left with no option apart from being succumbed into melancholy and mourning, what do you do? do you fight with satan or immerse in tears?

I gaze at these raindrops dying on my window panes,
Much like my endeavours which goes off in vains,
But this ain't an elegy, i don't give out a tear,
For i'm a demon for myself and i'm the satan here.

My truth's a triviality and my yarn, the most unheard,
I descry the perils carnaging me, i watch my soul severed,
Yet I, be the one who's nonchalant, as I see my history reversed,
I've entombed my greenness long ago, in the lands which have been cursed.

But I lament at my past, the past which still strikes a chord,
I saw lights in the darkest of graves, in the dolours I couldn't afford,
They wince at my plight, they find me a sentient corpse,
They buried truth beneath skins, the reason I lost all hopes.

I shed magnolias at the martyrs' catacombs, wreaths blotted in blood,
My inked pages too remain blood-stained, with vile deluge and flood,
I still don't give out a tear, as my heart stiffens bit by bit,
It's too late break the chains, to save those in amoral ambit.

Cherish those tears, for they're so ephemeral,
So mortal and humane, yet deaden the soul of carol,
I see demons who disguise as humans, yet they never ever blubber,
For they corner death every moment, they ain't having lover.

-ISHITA SINGH