Our Thing

By Samruddhi Vinod Ghumare

I trusted the person

It became my cup of tea

Things became worsen

But we gather at three

How often do I get startled?

You do care to mention

And now I'm not there

I see things, I hear them

I get delusional

I'm lost ever since then,

The way I went.

I'm covered with fake skin

I'm swirling juice

In my room, I tore myself.

You didn't know

Underneath I had bites and a bruise

But still, you hold on for hundred years

Even though I showed you my long-lasting tears

We brought some dough

I mutter low

We snorted like buffalo

And next thing we know, we were off to our gazebo

As she raised the toast

I meant firm, to be at her post

I knew it was poisoned

So I snatched and drank her toast

I was about to be the ghost

She roasted the man who stinks the most

As I gasp for air

I will be born with an unchanged face and a name

I thank you for the peace and hope and love you gave

And here goes my last breath

Don't worry, cause I’ll see you tomorrow again

By Samruddhi Vinod Ghumare