By-Rahul Gupta
I may be emotional and prone to getting attached a little too easily but I am not weak.
I am as sturdy as that old worn out bridge helping hundreds of people across.
And I believe there should not be even one person whose absence could cause one distress.
And maybe I was put together in a disorderly fashion but there's order in chaos and I am kind before anything else.
I am not replaceable.
Perhaps one beautiful day, at long last, I'd finally lose hope.
Will I never get to find a person of my own.
Will I always be treated like that old favorite Tshirt you have but never wear.
How many times do I gotta tape my own heart together. How many more times can it handle.
Do promises really have no meaning.
Can no one really see how my tears are just about ready to jump out and proclaim what an idiot I am.
Have I achieved greatness in the art of welling up.
Does it all happen because I have not learnt how to not give my all.
Would I now forever have to weep in the shadows.
I don't even wish for love. I don't have that kind of an expectation anymore. But not even a companion? Am I truly so horrible.
Winters cause melancholy.
Perhaps people like me must lock their heart in a steel cage and throw away the keys.
The only solution is to transcend it all.
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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn