Srivalli Rekha
Trigger Warning: The poem contains incidents of self-harm
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When the flowers lay crushed on the ground
It was an accident you said
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When the succulents began to die in succession
It was an accident you said
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When the pages of the books were found in the bin
It was an accident you said
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When salt & sugar, coffee & tea tasted the same
It was an accident you said
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When the windows stained with crimson
It was an accident you said
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When words stretched into endless silences
It was an accident you said
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When the blade of the knife sliced through the skin
It was an accident you said
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When stitches meant sewing up wounds
It was an accident you said
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When full sleeves no longer hid the scars
It was an accident you said
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When days and nights merged into an endless void
It was an accident you said
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When the hospital bed seemed a new home
It was an accident you said
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When the earth enveloped you forever
It was an accident you said
This poem is sheer brilliance!
It isn’t an accident that I say 🤗😛🥰💚
Thank you, dear. It’s never an accident. 🙁
Chilling one, Srivalli
Thank you, Nat.
Too beautiful 💚💚
I was writing a poem in a similar pattern.
Just 4 lines as of now. Will try to complete now.
Thank you, Nitika.
I hope you completed the poem. Sorry for the delayed response.
So true…💚💚
Wow !!!
Yes, sad and true. Thank you, dear.
So scary and yet true
Yes, mam. Thank you.
Brilliantly crafted 💚💚
Thank you, Pooja.
Goosebumps while reading
So well penned
Thank you, Pradnya.
Life is like that. We think it is an accident but it isn’t. Very nice Srivalli.
Indeed. Thank you, Shail.
An ugly bitter truth which you have expressed so subtly and so powerfully
Thank you, JP.
Wow, suicidal definitely, but bitter.
Thank you, Mumtaz.