When you put yourself last

And play the martyr

You do in a way kill yourself

Bitterness, acute bitterness

The frustration of being taken for granted

Not feeling ‘other’s pain

Not allowing ‘others’ happiness

Throwing your sacrifices on their faces

At every available chance

And see your loved ones squirm at you

Sometimes with guilt, sometimes with hate

What was it all for? You ask

Makes you wish you were dead…

And then they would know!

You smile…

The final honour of martyrdom

To end with a huge credit


And so you live like death

Waiting to take away form the very

You have given your lives too


Let us call the spade a spade

Martyrdom, I fie you!

Raksha Bharadia

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