PROCESS OF MY STRENGTH
Tonight, I’m remembering the last summer. Here is my thesis. Heatwaves banging all days with moonlight whispering during night. You were slicing those mangoes;while I was playing in the swing,humming your favourite song. Again microwaving my head while winter arrived.You left me. I was crying here,in this corner. I was scared of looking there that night. I was breaking. I was ruining myself. Yet it’s summer again I’ll laugh at these places. I’ll strengthen my soul to look there tonight. I’ll remake myself as a new movie. I’ll love myself again tonight I’ll slice the mangoes all by myself and heatwaves won’t turn to storm. I’ll play in the swing again but this time humming my favourite song;and talk to the moonlight all alone.