Poetry

A Letter to My Past Self

Times when you’d be,

A little kinder than you should,

Forgiving all the people,

You never thought you would.

 

Lending them your shoulder,

When they are swallowed by despair,

Knowing, when you needed them–

the most they weren’t there.

 

Times when you’d be,

A little kinder than you should,

Trying to make them happy,

When you knew you never could.

 

They were the ones who stabbed you,

And left you in the dark,

They forgot your sacrifices,

Strangling you with every sly remark.

 

And when they themselves became the victims,

Of their own deadly ruse,

You pulled them out of grief,

And helped them cope with their own blues.

 

You don’t care about betrayal,

You know your scars will heal,

The kindness in your soul,

Your bruises can’t conceal.

 

Times when you’d be,

A little kinder than you should,

Your heart has only gotten softer,

By the blows that it withstood.

 

                                                                     ~Pragya Nandi 

                                                                       Kolkata, India

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