It began with a drizzle
Pin pricks falling down hard
Where they hurt most
Not just running off skin
Percolating through every pore
Seeping deep within
Stripping off confidence
Self worth, self regard, self esteem, self belief
And then it became a downpour
Sharp words, soaking what remained
Carrying away a heart into the drain
Kunal, you’ve done a wonderful job giving voice to the effects of bullying with this piece. At least that was my take-away. Thank you.
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Thank you, Susi! Grateful for your support!
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Happy to give it! π
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So true! Well said, Kunal.
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Thanks, P!
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You are welcome.
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Kunal you have given voice to what I have been unable to say.
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Thank you
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Quite relatable K! Everyone will have their own perspective in reasoning the torture
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Thanks, D, glad you could relate!
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Ghar se daant kha ke aaya hi tha ki yeh padha to link jodte der na lagi π
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ππππ½
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These words sure carried away the heart into a drain with love that seeped away leaving you disgusted. Superb poem, Kunal.
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Thanks, Kamal
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Welcome Kunal.
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I can sense the pain, no matter what is causing it. Pain and hurt comes from so many directions these days.
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Kunal, exceptional meter to this riveting piece about an individualβs pain, no doubt having been bullied.
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Thank you, Lance, for your encouragement
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Kunal, always a wonderful pleasure!
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Good Lord, you nailed that. π
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Thank you! π
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My pleasure!!! π
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Beautiful π
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Thanks, S, always appreciate your comments
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Well said indeed.
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And thank you, yet again! π
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You’re welcome, again π
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