Inking with bloody tears and beautiful birds’ shed quills
On papa’s precious papyrus
The words of pains and pleasure,
The songs of success and failure,
The poems of love and hatred –
The reality of ambivalence –
The world knows I lost my innocence.
I lost it searching for the meaning of life.
I lost it thinking the purpose of creation.
I lost it seeking sanity in humanity.
I lost it waiting for light at the end of endless tunnels.