The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
‘Discard bottle after use'
They write.
But we keep on using them.
Harmful
For both bottle and drinker.
Some people are the same.
Meant to be discarded,
Yet lingering on,
Leading long lives.
A discomfort
To others
And to themselves.
They have no choice.
God keeps drinking from the same bottle,
Forgetting the words he himself imprinted on it.
‘Discard bottle after use.’
Maybe he hasn’t forgotten.
Maybe he hasn't used the bottle enough.
One day, the bottle will leak.
And he'll have used the bottle enough.
Then he'll throw it away.
People leading long lives;
They are bottles to be discarded,
Used longer than they should be.
Harmful
For both bottle and drinker.
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