I walk the same road as I continue to live
I avoid the gates that lead me to you
I am terrified of the anaemic life , losing all blood
the last time we were close
breathing the same air , how many times
I had to defend life from death !
I am alive without nostalgia
Those mornings when no one heard me sob
My eyes had lines of Kohl to hide redness
And I sat for hours staring at space
Reminding myself I will not cry twice
No man will be important enough to doubt me
I can not be murdered twice.
Life moves on resembling life.