Life Underneath the Axe

A bruised soul
A bruised heart
a good life which never did start.
A happy smile
a happy day
I could not have them,God said nay.
A good friend
with no greed
was all i could be.
Ears to hear
the problems of others
but mine fell on deaf ears.
Tears unshed
close to the undead
but,this way I was by all accepted.
A soul suppressed
the heart depressed
a whole life lived with unrest.
I try to shout
I try to cry out,
but everyone go out and about.
I stay here stoned
chilled to the bone
my life I lead all alone.
Cruel to me is summer
so is winter
but I cant in protest,a single word utter.
Under the axe I go on living
sometimes I wonder-is it worth fighting?
but I have no option-I see myself dying.

By Anupama Sreenivasan.