Dear John (Antidote)

Every word is a wound,

the experience go through

kills me a little,

a little more,

and a more little..

little by little

i become used to it

and now my body has developed an antidote

to protect me ;

the dislike,

is my strength,

to dislike i breath,

the dislike is me,

because i want the things

the other way round

and without any hope

i will dislike

till it changes.

MOHIT KANT MISHRA