I’m staring at the big green wall in front of me
It transcends my living memory
It has seen me in my mother’s womb, it has seen me as a toddler
It has seen me as a troubled teen, it has seen me crying in my pillow
Do you judge me for the wrongs I have done?
Do you hate me for the man I have become?
Do you shame me for the lies I tell?
Do you pity me when I ask for help?
Do you empathize with my struggle?
Do you look down upon me when I’m a rebel?
I asked the wall amidst silence -
Only echoes of my own word - reflects
-- © Arijit Dutta / millennialwithapen