I wrote a poem once.
(The Scarred Soul)
Way back into the past.
It’s the last day,
The 365th day of Twenty Fifth year of my life.
Am writing a poem again.
(Not very sure whether it’s a poem or something else).
w.r.t. the earlier poem.
“I want to be a Phoenix”.
It read..
I want to rectify it.
I know what I want now.
I don’t want to be a Phoenix..
I want to exit and never to return.
I want to say like Frida*,
“ I hope the exit is joyful
And I hope never to return”
(*Frida Kahlo was Mexican painter (1907-1954).
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