Your Casual Cruelty

Somewhere along the way,
We fell into a pattern,
Your casual cruelty
Almost a habit

Trapped in a burnt out Chinar,
My very being singed by the
Corners of paradise,
All I could feel was your
Cold hands around my neck

There were no more shrines,
Where I could tie my rags,
Those little pieces of Mortgaged souls,
Pawned to a unhearing God

At times, your boots walked on my face,
I shuffled and you shot me dead,
Amputating my limbs of all shame
Refusing me even the little dignity of death

In the abandoned corner of earth,
That I once called home
Maggots ate at my flesh,
Cockroaches infested my body,
But even then,
You sought my soul to
Barter at shops of decay

You built orphanages in military camps,
Housing my children in houses
Riddled with bullet holes, their childhood
Held hostage by my bombed out desires
And your indifferent smiles

In between glasses of subsidised
Imported rum, smartly balanced on
Your razor thin grin, you poured
Acid in my eyes, blinding me,
Robbing me of my last respite

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