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.