by on May 8, 2024 :: 0 comments

I was born with a sadness
And I carried it within
Through the years of my aging,
Learning and forgetting:
Songs and their meaning,
Culled stories, people in rain.

I was born like this and I’ll die
Just like this; all of my longing
And my raging; things
That occur, only disappear
The absence of meaning,
This futile fading;
Relearning, re-forgetting
The reason I’d carry this pain.

– Goirick Brahmachari

editors note:

Carry it, we do; forget it, we did. – mh clay

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