When you mock me
when you are in mask,
how can your lover-heart,
commit that- - May I ask?
Technically, you tied
me with your mechanical heart,
Oh! I can sense it
without tracking your part!
I swallow your mockery,
I swallow your hatred,
I swallow every insult,
from you, is it my fate?
Your silence in hateful slang,
your feigned friendship,
slam my throbbing part with bang.
Still, I'm quilting for you,
a patch-work of passion,
love and whatever soft-feelings I have.
They act for you as tender action!
Why don't you go away from
me with tricky ware and apps?
I don't need to stay in you,
with machines and traps!
Neela Nath
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-don-t-you-4/
