Finish

In this moment, honestly,

the recurring thought in my mind is

that how beautiful will it be

when I will die finally. 

 

Such thoughts occur to me sans stimulus.

I want no judgments on this.

I am not concerned with

your thoughts filled with optimism.

 

Do not try to shame me

by trying to inject guilt

by saying to me

that I am doing wrong to my family.

 

I am not concerned

with the people

who keep giving pain 

to me for their fun.

 

You haven’t let me live with peace. 

At least, let me die peacefully.

I am willing to be independent

from your unnecessary and constant judgement.

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