• utkarshpandey 61w

    Weak Skin

    Grinning scars of the wound,
    carved in my flesh ,
    Laughing long since the fall ,
    By the edges of the crest,
    not the burst of the rage,
    nor the tears down the cheek ,
    Little me down the curves
    may not be what they seek ,

    They are laughing they are yelling,
    they are out to build a frame ,
    Of the courage to let them laugh,
    And moan out the pain,

    From an old dent down the bump,
    That's been smiling from a while ,
    And trying to fade off , from the skin,
    laughing a lopsided cry !!