That one fine morning I was walking in those dirty corridors

Among several other foreigners

Fighting their own battles

Suddenly I heard a “Good Morning”

angelic with a trace of love

It pierced my heart with a memory that I was undeserving of

At that moment, I was feeling something extraordinary

That I wanted to bury...forever

And in return I said “Thank You”

I cherished that piercing for so long

But, then i thought I am not the man

She’s out of my league

Now I am trying to remove that piercing

It’s killing me from inside

Removing it is hurting more

I feel played with…my heart is shouting, “what was it for?”

I had a choice

I should have said “NO” when she pierced my heart

But, mistakes get made and you learn from the pain

And there will always be that stain

That would make me uncertain