Dying slowly, by Sunita Jugran.

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Dying slowly

A daughter, a sister, a mother, a wife
This is me and this is my life.
Honour of families, on my shoulders rest
I can never falter, I have to be the best.

My sleep is not mine, my days can not be
No dreams for my heart, no dreams I can see
You own my body, you own my heart
Who knows my soul is some other soul’s part

I can not have a soul, I am but just a woman
I do not amount to anything, a little less a human.
I live for you, I laugh for you, I cry and I die
If only you will feel me once, if only you will try

You hug me as and when you like, and crush me as you wish
You spit on me when you feel like and when you wish, you kiss
I dance around the way you want, I serve you with my heart
you play with me, you break me up, you tear me all apart.

I wish I were a little bug and could hide in a flower’s core
I wish I could just stop to be, and wish not to see more.
You, who own, and you, who love, both of you can rejoice
I cut my tongue, now no words come, you will hear no voice

What did I wish, what did I dream, a kingdom? Heaven? Sky?
Just a wish to live a little dream, just a hope to heave a sigh
But you own my lungs, you own my breath, my tears and my smiles
I drag my life, I have to live, long years and longer miles.

Copyright Sunita Jugran

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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