When the dreams are shattered beyond cognizance
and hope too becomes an outlawed fugitive,
I scrap my heart for the remnants of love
to survive meagerly on their life saving warmth…

I have slain too many fetuses already
and felled too many budding seeds with my bare hands;
now it seems, I have run out of my killing strength,
grown wary too, lest I start sowing dreams again!

When the night is dark and the moon is absent too
from the sky as it is tonight, once more
I start scraping my heart for the remnants of love
to find a way in their elysian light…

Soon there will be no more affection left within my heart,
perhaps that is the price we must pay for being what we are!

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