Bhisma of Turbulent Times

 

You have been stuck all your life

Because of promises –

You made to others

You shouldn’t have to make

You made to boost your fragile ego

Sucking up your time

Leaving no time for your promises

Colored your hair silver

Because of them

You hardly recognize yourself in the mirror

 

Your dreams cry when they see

Others dreams running ahead of them

Your dreams turn into teardrops to tell you

How could you, O fearsome,

Never promised to love yourself

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