A deep sorrow sits.
A heaviness.
It speaks violently inside.
2.05 am at midnight. I asked.
It made me trembling, why there’s so much noise?
Long back, my raw tiny self was crying in silence.
To the most important person when it asked why not me?
She to me - I am worthless.
My tiny self lost its home.
It cried. Wept.
Took a promise that it will survive somehow but keep proving, demanding justice and hoping.
Asking god and reassuring it was worthy.
It still cries for itself, deep down its a wound, the human still lives inside taking care of the self promise.