It’s hard to breathe sometimes
But I am writing to catch my breath,
In lamentable couple of minutes and hours
My eyes turn so heavy to blink,
Seeds of happy dandelion
Touched me many times,
But thorns of anonymous disappointment and disgust
Are poking me consistently,
Some words, phrases and sentences
Affected me so deeply
That questions ‘What?’ and ‘Why me?’
Sounds strange to myself,
It seems like these pages
Making noise while fluttering
They are calling me,
They too Wana share my emptiness
So, they are calling me;
Hard to Breathe
with
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