Some Kind of Love
I was standing at the doorway
I was feeling awkward, for many reasons.
The old man was hugging his love
And both were in tears.
I was not supposed to know, any of this.
Life is not fair always, nothing to complain
A sequence of Rashomon, ugly and witty causal effects.
I did not know if they hated me or not
I was not supposed to know, any of this
Still, we yearn for some kind of love, knowingly or unknowingly.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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