Lump in my Throat

There’s a lump in my throat.
It refuses to mellow down,
And neither does it grow.
Hard stricken by its weight,
My breath does abate

It is merciless & passionate,
Refuses to budge from its space.
However hard do I try,
My speech refuses to keep apace,
And my voice is all that it takes

Perhaps, it, too is bereaved,
Like I am.
Sitting in the dark,
May be, it has pictured the murky world.
Fuming in the inner fluids
It cynically absolves trespass