That one month of ignorance,Which I spent in meditative trance,Praying for my mother’s health,Unaware that she had lost to death. Oh, that blissful period of ignorance,Whilst I thought she was battling for life,But she was not alive. Oh, that serene month of ignorance,A month of feeble hope and despair,A broken heart, which was hard to …
Beautifully decorated and adorned with accessories… There I stand at the center, hiding my worries. Locked in a jar, torn and crippled… My existence laden with a soul, so tattered and painful. I can’t move much or breathe a lot… As the transparent jar won’t let me do that. The jar is imaginary, they say. …
