• bktshering 10w

    The Birthday Card

    The birthday card and a rose lay silently,
    On the dressing mirror.
    Without an address or addressee,
    Invoking melancholy and terror.

    Now, the mind like a vessel of doubts,
    Shouted at her in an unpleasant way.
    She wept bitterly and mentioned,
    "It's only for you dear, today's your birthday".

    Remorseful, I thought to myself,
    It's better to understand nothing,
    Than trying to understand everything,

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