A long forgotten friend asked me
what I was doing these days.
After a brief ponder, I say:
Am trying to lay my hands on,
on all that's my bother.
Grasp it, and look closer.
At times, i wonder if it's my error.
I know I must break it down, and
define each bother,
its characteristic
And then, think of a fix.
At times, I think, find, apply.
But fail, either because
i don't know if it's the right path,
Or because i don't persist.
And then, I blame myself
for holding things, or,
at times, I realise and let go.
At times, I wonder if I let go,
Is it either at the wrong time
or the wrong thing.
~ Nov 24, 2021