Because it is slightly cold on a summer day
and I am aching for things that are far beyond
my reach- you, for example, and cigarettes,
the ingredients of my youth which is frowned
upon here, at home, I am trying to make sense
of the world that I find myself in once again,
over the years I have learnt to recognize
the subtleties and the grace in many things
but I am yet to reconcile with moral duplicity,
when a woman was found murdered by
a married man, the women's character
is questioned, and made her love her crime,
not the murder by the man. I don't know
many things, I don't know how minds work,
I see so many signs which I can't describe
but which troubles me nonetheless.
I am left feeling cold on a summer day.
and I am aching for things that are far beyond
my reach- you, for example, and cigarettes,
the ingredients of my youth which is frowned
upon here, at home, I am trying to make sense
of the world that I find myself in once again,
over the years I have learnt to recognize
the subtleties and the grace in many things
but I am yet to reconcile with moral duplicity,
when a woman was found murdered by
a married man, the women's character
is questioned, and made her love her crime,
not the murder by the man. I don't know
many things, I don't know how minds work,
I see so many signs which I can't describe
but which troubles me nonetheless.
I am left feeling cold on a summer day.
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