There is not a single day
when I don’t try to hurt you.
I take a knife,
try to pierce through you,
but never do you utter
a single noise
apart from wincing-
that too only rarely.
However,
you do make me cry
with your
irresponsiveness.
There isn’t a single time
when I try to cut you
and you don’t make me weep.
I try my best-
either by not looking at you
or by breathing deep
with my tongue hardly pressed
on the roof of my mouth-
yet I am always left
with tears in my eyes.
I wish cutting onions was easy !
