Dear Ma’am

Once I requested you to adopt me
My dear, that was the best honor
I ever showed to anybody
But, you didn’t respond
Did you even give a thinking?
I was not joking- “slaves-for-sale never joke
about their existential disposition”

Ironically, one day
you told me that my struggles are only mine,
not your’s, was it that response,
poor darling, you do not know,
I’m fighting my own battle
from the very beginning of time,
Big bang!
I saw it with my existence
before the formation of optics
I saw it with my existence,
as I saw you seeking words of complement
for me, why? Are you confused about me?
I know your thoughts crumble,
you do not have all the bits and pieces of me,
how could you re-sculpt me?
yet you try to go on thinking:
everything is Ok, and
“Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que será, será”

But my dear,
I’ve already seen your future,
Like my mother had seen mine.

Book: “Bonsai Girl”
12:30 AM
23 August 2018