Description: “The never ending tears” is about how each and every lady, girl, woman has suffered at some stage of life… and to be honest the mental suffering is unending because how forcibly we become someone’s source of pleasure is the most painful phase everyone has faced, the difference of less or more, however, the pain will always be equal and alive.
I sit and I started writing
Writing how so not loving are these fighting’s
Fighting in which I need confronting myself
How everyone had turned their ears deaf?
How eyes were closed?
How artificial humanity was posed?
How disgusting the touches felt that purnima’s night?
How orange was never the color right?
Someone joined the words later,
The two sufferings in one paper
Waking up next to a chap was her nightmare
How the hotel room walls never screamed “Take care”?
How senseless the lady did everything right?
How sufferings are still alive?
“Mamma” the word breaks both of our kites
Happiness is the little one smile
Lady third joined the words further
Loved how she sighed rather
As Faking the smile wasn’t worth
Because she was the one who had given us birth
How being silent for so long ached?
How against her will she had been caged—
Into the lusty arms of her own sage
How scary is being raped?
I continued and so does the other deads
But somehow the country is only turning red
Somehow the words will surely be someday forgotten
Somehow our stories will be as lost as autumn!
— By Somna Kapoor