"What is it with you and the rocking chair? Why don't you like the chair anymore?" She asks again "I can't tell you, you wouldn't know" "If only the world could see what I Could Maybe then would've they known Where all their missing socks go Where all their misplaced pens go, Little did I know How getting lost in the deserted stuff Would cause so much of chaos I never wanted to be haunted by anything Just take me back to the road back home" "But daughter you have to tell me who it is that scares you I'll ask him to go away from here Will that help you overcome your fear?" "Mom it's him, it's always him, The one who stops rocking as soon as I come in The one who smiles only at me The one who talks to me like I do The one who is standing on the doll you hate too" "Who is it my daughter? Whom do i hate? Tell me girl, who is it Being scared is not your fate" "Honey, you...
Everyone was beaming today after epochs Brightened faces with wrinkles The old mother who hadn’t smiled since ages smiled today The thought of sufficient food for even a person had never crossed their minds They had embraced malnutrition just like the poverty which now seemed chronic to them This light of unlimited food for all of them by the leader was too bright for them This meant the old hag didn’t have to wash away her little breaths now, By washing other people’s clothes This meant that dad didn’t have to see his bloody hands ever again I was very happy as a child but my dad wasn’t smiling I asked him whats the matter He told me these lights They’ve enlightened his life way too many times before But all the lies pushed him into the darkness much more So now these lights don’t help his gloom Because “Not seeing light is better than seeing a blinding one”
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