Whipped

Whips of wishes lash my heart

- It bleeds and the flesh

But does it really hurt

I don’t feel any kind of pain

There’s an ambiguous feel in head

I give up my joys to whips

Every second passes by in anticipation

Now that I await for pain

- It will come – I know for sure

But till when do I get lashed

Till when I bear the whip

My heart is cut into million pieces

It’s hemorrhaged –

Probably death will come before pain

Unsure of what I await

I continue getting whipped.