A scanty village and the celestial paradise,
Both separated through just a bridge tonight.
Excited, we run across the lush green field holding hands,
It is on either edge of the bridge that we now stand.
The paths looks narrow and covered in twigs,
Sharp edges and strong words cutting our feet.
We walk through still, though the journey seems tough,
Only till the time I hadn’t gone ahead enough,
So much so that you almost lost the way,
Brewed a hate in your heart that’s now sending me away.
I just wish you had come forward a little,
To find me just as wounded and lost, but now you wouldn’t listen.
So anytime these days our eyes meet from a distance,
I see your gaze but pain slashes though my skin in this instant.
And I am nothing but helpless to wonder,
That even today, I believe I am sole person culpable,
But when was it that to you, I become untouchable?
I don’t know where I stopped being a human for you,
Like I don’t know where you became inhuman.