Injuries are not those
Which are present in your body
Bursting with blood
Like volcano.
Injuries are not those
Which makes people weep
And pity on you
To show, that you’re ill.
But for me
Injuries are internal
Which are always evergreen
Their marks are never blurred by any balm
The pain is everlasting, and always present in our soul rather than body.
Injuries are those which are invisible to people
Everybody is unaware of those
That’s your and only your private property
Which do not demand any pity or attention
You learn to live with them
And these secret injuries are innocent