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Snippets From Heart - Mere Spectator

Mere Spectator

I am not waking up, taking shower, eating, going to work, coming back, laughing with my friends, making love to my husband, tending my child, sleeping,

I am not doing any of these
I am not the one
Who has grown from a girl to a woman

Whose skin transformed from a soft youthful flesh to matured

In fact, I am not living

I am sitting still

Like a piece of rock
A mountain
That's sitting for hundreds of years

Resisting tremors of deadly earthquakes, landslides,

Watching dark clouds, filled with angry sufferings, running towards me, like a wounded young girl

Falls upon my body
Wets my limbs and contours with her incessant flow of tears

Scratches my skin with its gusting winds, leaving red marks behind

Sun rays swarm warm glories on me
Snow covers my head, numbs it like an old woman found a seat to rest upon for a long time

But I am sitting still, just watching, like a mere spectator,
For thousands and thousands of years