I couldn’t tell you
The pain of unreached passion
Concealed love and affection
For you that my heart carried.
Couldn’t tell you the truth
Behind my rude words
So much without ruth
And missing emotion.
Couldn’t tell you about
The story behind my bereft eye
And the reasons for my broken ties
With the world outside
For whom, I was a heretic.
I couldn’t tell my beloveds
About my plethora of sorrows
Crushing my heart into pieces
Like the doomsday would do to the world
As if an apocalyptic to my own life.
My tremulous voice couldn’t convince
Against the more eloquent evil
That I was conscripted and tortured
Too impeccable to be called a devil.
Abominable it was, to be disbelieved
By you, whom I loved the most…
I was a buff, a foolish one
That I waited for you to understand me.
Today the world is burning me to death
I’m still waiting for you to come
As I would do till my last breath
When the deeds would be already done.
Hopes were gone long ago
On the day when the judgement came
Now I move with slow gait as if lame
Towards my atrocious death bed.
Agony lies not getting executed
But to be disbelieved by dear ones
’cause my eyes are now inured
To bloody sights and body to carnal pains.
Wishes are gone, only compunction remains
For I couldn’t tell that I’m not a witch
For I couldn’t tell how much I love you
For I just couldn’t tell…….