Sameen Shakya
I defied gravity.
What to others were things, to me
Were building blocks to break
Reality, and from that wreckage
Create
Beauty, and thus
Ego was a drunken fruit.
But this fruit
Born from this tree
Looked elsewhere where to
Swing its vine.
And that tree
Where this fruit
Went to was not too kind
To it and saw it as parasite.
So, when the fruit
Now black and blue
Returned to its own tree
Found it to be
Shriveled and sucked
Dry
There was to be no swinging
Anymore. But simply hang
And defy gravity.
