The irony of life
that I should now
be doing everything to bind myself
To demarcate boundaries
that no one should cross.
Doing my best to be self-centered.
All these antics just to keep
this crumbling cage intact.
‘With the work done
Why linger on?
Depart gracefully’, says my mind.
But what to do with lovers?
Who have lost themselves in the
process of loving.
Too many lovers, the very remembrance
bring tears of too much tenderness
So I’ll act brash and go on.
Dec 7, 2020