There Is Nothing To Sigh For

because he cannot have one
he forgets it
but others are showing so many of theirs
that makes him
so insecure that sometimes he feels that
he is
an alien in this planet
and hence perhaps belongs to another

he copes up
recovers his composure saying. ' i am different' and
' i don't belong here but i am here somehow'

and hence must make the best of what he is
and what he can be

anyway, time runs and times runs so fast
what they all have they must give back
and since he has nothing
he does not have to carry anything to give back

traveling so lightly
like a butterfly floating in air when the ending
finally comes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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