Since I thought of myself,
as Kafka in a skirt.
But then I woke and read his life.
Then I stopped.
The twinge of guilt,
Swept through my skin,
I started counting,
The blessings I've got.
The energies and spirits,
My folks and friends,
Unspoken love and care,
Neglect and despair,
My sweet memories,
My life, my books, my thoughts,
Nothings and every tiny things,
Rare laughters and constant smiles,
What do they hide behind?
Some agony and pain,
The fear in the air,
The thunderstorms I met with bliss,
The walks I took under the pouring rain.
Some sun, some moon, some dreams,
Some plans, small hopes, great shots,
And who knows what!?
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