gita janaki

Draw it over my face
white, pure, spotless.
Tired of seeing
I closed my eyes.
Tired of listening
I shut my ears.
Tired of speaking
I sealed my lips.
Tired of loving
I broke my heart.
Now i shall be one with the soil, the air, the water
and tell them of how it is to be a human:
the woes and worries, the joys and ecstasies
and if they tell me they are far better
I shall not return.

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