some are passing clouds
they leave unbearable humidity behind
some are incessant rains
...
acceptance of a situation
is tip of an iceberg...
the transitory phase
that goes into it
...
i'm the stage
i'm the setting
i'm the play
i'm the actor
...
a three year old
smeared with insane seed…
a daughter of earth
her hymen torn into
...
i looked to my right
i looked to my left
i even tried looking behind...
...
the night stares
into my eyes like
a wounded animal
pleading to relieve it
...
At times
In a fleeting moment
I let go myself of
My travails, trials, tribulations
...