Creative Column: ‘I Didn’t Treat Her Right’ by Grishma Bijukumar

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Regrets. Questions. Mistakes
They’re the consequences of my outtakes.
Drowning away my sanity;
This is not my regularity.

The storm is now finally passed away
Leaving me standing alone,
With my head bowed low
Help me love, to not explode.

In shame, grief and disgust.
Oh why did I mistrust?
But now, this is the time to change
And kiss away all the pain.

Let me help your heal your wounds;
Those in your heart and in your womb.
Let me have all your sorrow
And I’ll let you have my better tomorrow.

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