gustakh dil

after being beaten and bruised,
pulled apart and left to burn,
after having your limbs go weak
because the pain is unforgiving;
after being taught a lesson,
with morals and unforgettable dilemmas;
after you have been thrown to the lions
that feast on sad eyes and sad stories,
after you have walked the road
alone
without light or luck, song or soul,
after you have known misery
that gets etched into your skin,
after you have been kicked and punched
slapped and thrown and spit upon,


after you have been abandoned,
it is a strange thing to be wanted.