A CONFESSION

Dear

I still know by heart that day how badly you were exasperated, for that task which you didn't even enacted. You got hurt so badly and even imprinted a mark on your appendage of hand, which is still with you and it will be with you forever, because it can't be healed. 

It was grievous for you. The fall which threw a curve in your whole life, but you kept holding the fort to stay quiet and didn't utter a word. They lifted you up with a huge chuckle and blew the whistle on you that it was all your loss of innocence, and even made high jinks of you(maybe in order to make you giggle) or in order to gladden themselves. You can't think so much, it's wrong. You said to yourself and rolled in the aisles along with them, though you were in so much twinge. 

You went to cook up memories and you were actually pretty successful in constructing that, for lifetime. The memories which took the form of a nightmare, that as of now you never yen to reel back to that zone, even if you are so roughly latched onto that place. 

Returning back home after that disaster, you anticipated everything is fine now, but no, the things started taking it's form when they narrated the story that was contrary to fact to everyone, stating you in error, only you. The narration was so heart wrenching, but they gave an account of it with full enthusiasm. (stop being so judgemental). 

But that indecorous way of expressing disapprobation was killing you from inside, still you stood behind silent and killed yourself all the more. 

I know the guilt of not opening your mouth still haunts you today, but one thing unceasingly stood as a barrier, that is, you respected them. But no, you were at fault, you should have spit it out to them that please don't laugh and make fun of me like this, why the small ones always remain quiet, yes you maintained the norms of this civilization, but you were murdering your soul each day. You should have atleast confessed that no I am not blameworthy, please don't lay a bad trip on me, you swallowed the toxic pill with the tears of hope that one day the truth will be known. 

But the truth remains untold till today. And the one facing the grievances is you and only you. The respect started modulating its form, but at no time those teachings let that respect fade away nor it will take the form of invidiousness. 

You were at fault and you are at fault, because you engulfed those painful pills of ardency, which was extremely bad for you and that is eating you up till today, and also they were blasphemous as they never confessed the real story which took place from dusk to dawn. 

Yours truly