My murderer..

I am being murdered all the time...

My murderer is not killing me suddenly...

I am being killed part by part.

Because, he accompanies me wherever I go.

He is there; he is scared that I would be lost.

If I’m lost; then whom would he oppress?

He clutches my neck and stares at me cruelly...

I struggle myself to release from his strong hands.

Hands like iron... But I can’t.

Then he leaves me; not because he loves me.

But to save me for tomorrow.

When I am with my friends, or my loving ones,

He hides himself and peeps through the windows.

And when they all leave, he jumps before me and laughs aloud.

A horrible laugh which I only hear...

Then he scratches me, pinches me, burns me, and troubles me to death.

And when I am near death, he leaves me...

Not because he loves me but to save me for tomorrow.

He enjoys watching my tears...

The tears in pain, the tears in vain...

See! There he is...staring through the window.

Still he is grinning wickedly.

My murderer...Loneliness...

When you all will leave, He will come to me...

My murderer...

LONELINESS.

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