I should’ve slapped you on your face,
For the filthy secret, you used to carry in your sleeves
For polluting my solitude, peace, and love!
You tried to color me blue
With the venom, you carried in your heart…
I should’ve slapped you on your face.
But, I didn’t. And
Made everything right…
The wound you gave me
Was filled with divine grace
And, I rose higher than ever, not to fall again…!
I didn’t slap you,
And you were forgotten like
An ancient gothic tale…
And you were killed by
The effervescent water of the ocean
Of time, of Karma.