a wound for life

I remember the childhood days

We were so full of dreams and desires

We used to build mud houses

We used to play in the rain

While playing I got hurt many times

Not emotionally but physically

The wounds were always healed

When someone scolded me

I used to get hurt

But the wounds never got healed

They were surely forgotten at times

But they never healed

In fact, those wounds shaped me

As I grew old I realized

That with every day I am getting detached

With people and with life

My only companions are those wounds

I don’t want them gone

I talk with them and I express myself

One day I met someone

I talked and interacted with that person

And within moments I realized

That my wounds started healing

One after the other they went away

I didn’t even miss them

I was so happy

And then that person left

Leaving a wound for life

It never got healed

And I lived with it forever

If not for that wound

I would have died alone.