A Crushed Lotus

A crushed lotus that needs to blossom again

Now my smiles have started to convey my pain

Used as a commodity without the tag of handle with care

Eyes penetrating through my clothes making me feel bare

Barren soul trying hard to cry but eyes just refuse to rain

A crushed lotus that needs to blossom again

Just for few moments of pleasure and joy

They play with me as if I am a toy

Then leave me to collect pieces of shattered esteem

Turning a deaf ear on hearing my silence scream

My brain lies there in oblivion while body tries to move in vain

A crushed lotus that needs to blossom again

People just get lured by my physical aspect

Get flabbergasted when my eyes demand respect

My heart is the reservoir of my hollowness that I can’t vent

Mirror depicts a blurred reflection of my identity as I prep up for a new torment

And thrust myself into this life of agony and disdain

A crushed lotus that needs to blossom again

My eyes don’t tell me but they do dare to dream

About a life of humdrum not involving anything extreme

Is expecting someone to love me too much to ask

Before reality shakes me from this reverie let me bask

At least thoughts don’t discriminate while entering a particular brain

A crushed lotus that needs to blossom again