Am I to be blamed for what happened,
To the one who I didn't reach out to and bend,
Am I to blamed for what might happen,
To the one who slips by in front of me,
Whilst I stand stranded among the deserts' glee,
Am I at blame, a little part of me,
For what destines to happen,
Whilst I balance the flavors of so many peppers,
Whilst I neaten every crinkle off my dress,
Whilst I glue all the pieces, I can touch, back together,
Or are these mere excuses?
Excuses of the human mind that promises to resolve and revolve,
Am I to feel guilt of what happens,
If I blame my miseries on others,
Then, am I right to retreat, be a silent observer for another,
Whilst packing my own bags' lost-and-found,
Whilst tending the ones around,
Am I to be blamed for the others,
Even after I promised myself not to let any suffer,
Am I to be blamed for what happens,
A part of it is because of me,
Because of me who failed to tend to my sea!
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September 2, 2020