OVER AND OVER AGAIN

I am surprised
Stabbed again but still am alive
A familiar pain lingers on
Forcing me to go on
What else could cause this irony?
A diabolique pain initiating a blissful journey!

A touch of innocence
A glow of intelligence
A smile mystifying
A glance purloined
A word of trust
A nod of interest

But how can it be, when all
I did was take a stroll
Pressing the soft blades of dew filled grass
Under the sun’s kind glance
Carrying In my hand an orchid bud
My tresses kissing the chilly wind with lust

While I gazed
At a flag placed
On the heights that rose in the vicinity
With an air of tranquillity
I get again
A fresh pang of pain

So I decide to climb
The aforesaid with all my might
To discover
The unknown stabber
When I make it to the peak
Tormented and weak
The soreness
Changes into a feeling of reverence

With an odd sense of Déjà vu,
I again scout,
Observing the two flags,
Unable to figure out.