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    Little punishments

    A stare at times can be so crucial
    When we break rules and end terms
    Forever with a bang and loud clash
    And then things let go of the hold
    Forever with remorse and regret.

    Then you pass me a look so pitiful
    I could only show more pity for you
    And then there's silence between
    The most bleeding wound we make
    Hurts to hear the emptiness in it...

    We go on punishing each other now
    And all for what? Just some pride
    And efforts to stop losing one's face
    We hide a great deal behind silence
    What becomes the ultimate torture.

    © Athuljith P.