sick leave

I cant grow plants

in a burnt heart

at least till the time

the ashes are still there

not forgotten

I need time

I cant just wake up on any day

and say

like

ok, today I smile.

to be fairly real

I need a bit of time

to swallow things

days with flue

infection

confusion

are also days

and they also end up with a night.

then, even if we dont move

there is no pause in our flow

so there comes a breeze

or maybe a shift in stars

and direction of light

and blows the ashes

fills the holes

I get up

I dance again,

and deal with the mass of ego

we spit on the earth

and accept that we are all one, the same.

and I deal with it.

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