By T. Pratiksha Reddy
If I were to be murdered,
I’d ask my killer-
“Will it make you happy?
Because if it will
Then I welcome death
With open arms”
Knowing
That I will bring someone joy.
If I were to be cheated on
I’d ask my companion-
“Do they give you butterflies?
Because if they do
Then I will walk away
From your path
Aware
That I’m not where I belong”
Yet.
If I were to be betrayed,
I’d tell my betrayer-
“I wish you a better life than mine”
Because the greatest vengeance
Is none,
But the hope
That nobody ever treads on
A heart-wrenching path
Such as this.
If I were to be loathed
I wouldn’t ask my hater-
“Why do you do so?”
I’d simply wish them well
And move on.
Doing so, I’d free them
Of this incinerating emotion.
If I were to be left alone,
I’d simply thank the Universe
For it has shown me
That the only companion
I need for life
Is myself
And that is enough.
By T. Pratiksha Reddy
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