POEM
Missing Myself… Missing myself… Whether I slipped? Whether I disappeared? Whether I lost? Whether I died? Yes, I have slipped. I am unable to get up! I don’t like to move, even It gives me pain. But I need to gain Yes, I have disappeared. Looking at where I am! I am like a maze now. You can see me from afar. But feeling less and bore. Yes, I have lost Where I kept my faith My palms are white. They have no secrets now. But they want to bow. Yes, I have died. The whole body is paralyzed. You may refer to it as an object. My eyes are filled. But they have already killed Trying to be conscious But going to be unconscious. Feeling as obnoxious While seeing pretentious Know that all of them are noxious Finally becoming anxious.