UNFATHOMABLE CONFLICT
How nice to wake up in the morning
and admire the golden sunlight,
peeping through the white clouds,
listen to the melody of a birdsong.
For weeks, I was in blankness,
numbed and stupefied, unable
to feel, think, cry or shed a tear.
Now, it is just a memory, is it?
The unfathomable conflict I had
gone through is still in my...
Continue reading...