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…
There was a piece missing from the puzzle
And they all tried to find it.
There was a piece missing from the puzzle
That I was too lazy to look for.
So I did nothing
And placed the puzzle for exhibition
In front of the whole world.
But I won the competition
Because I was alone.
I won the competition
Because none of the others came on time;
They were busy searching for the piece
That did not exist.
They were busy to perfect
And they never achieved that perfection.
I was flawed
And I still am.
But I didn’t care,
And I succeeded.
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