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May 2014
"Ouch" I got hurt
Please will you stop,
the stones are hurting me
the pins are pinching me
the road is scratching me
             "Will you please stop"
no you wont because,
you dont consider me living
my tears  are not seen
my pain is immature,

I make you travel all along
from distance to distance
your journey is possible because of me
you drive me recklessly everytime
but
                "It hurts me"

I am your servant
I bow myself to you
but still i feel the pain
i feel the cuts that hurts
                    &
when i break down
when i lost my control
you kick me hard
to make me move,
still you didnt noticed my pain
           "I am hurt again"
but who cares
i m in a journey to go on go
where there is no end.....................
This poem is depicted with the story of wheels .It is dedicated to all the unliving things that we consider they have no life ...but in every thing there is a present of life ...that we need to see it & most importantly we need to feel each& everything...then only we can understand& add meaning
##hurt## ##agony##anger##......
Ishshita Chanda
Written by
Ishshita Chanda  Guwahati
(Guwahati)   
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