Flood

 

Flood

By H.N. Rahubaddha 

 

Her reservoir,

Of unshed tears,

Sorrow and sheer misery,

The raw pain,

Excruciation of betrayal,

Hurting her deep inside,

The dam can hold no more.

She breaks,

Drowning no one, but herself,

In her own tear pool,

Never knowing,

Everybody drowns.

But survives,

Only to drown in another.

Love is a selfish game!!!