Sorrow encumbers The connate spate Of blessings-- It shackles you To the putrid shadows That further lure you Towards zilch-- Until you forget The muted miracles That still inundate Your existence. Thus, acknowledge The encroaching ache-- Taste its gift of tears; Yet, never unhand The diminutive string That keeps you linked To everything else. "Baggage" #Baggage #diwa #yqbaba
