Disdain

In the morning

When everything is

Unknown and strange for me

I don’t talk to myself

As

It’s just the poem which

I wrote yesterday

The poem still

Lingering on my face

Mingled in my eyes…

It says

Don’t disturb me..

With your lies…

I know

When it’s attachment

Is finished

It will go away

It will leave me

Disdained…

And

Only naive words

Will remain

Anyway.

   

     ….chaitali.