Who cares-
For the trauma I deal with everyday
Who cares-
For the pain I bear every moment
Who cares-
For the love for myself I did lose
Who cares-
For what I have become?
No one, not even me
That is the biggest irony.
A ‘Who cares?’ painting by artist Lucy Burscough.
“Madeleine”, 2005.
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A blogger… hmmm No! A writer…. hmmm maybe! An absurd person.. hmmm(hey that might be right)!
But above all this, I am a person…a being… My gender, my nationality, my skin color, my language, my looks.. these things can’t define me.. because I DEFINE MYSELF and I can’t explain it.. In order to know me or rather know bout’ me…you have to be my companion and read and share along with me. Don’t read but view and don’t see but think.. that is all you need to do.
thats what i think as per now… i wud try to tell more bout me with the passage of time.
May 18, 2012 at 4:27 pm
This poem goes well with the picture…
May 19, 2012 at 4:11 am
Thank You.
Truly speaking, I search for the pictures on google images. :D