THE SUN IS NOT MY FRIEND
I am terrified of the sun, its heat,
The light it brings; it consumes, it scorches
Furthermore, stings my broken skin.
It peels me open and layers upon layers
Of shape, of rust, of cobwebs, or tidy are uncovered.
It uncovers me, unclothes me
Furthermore, places me in the middle;
Unprotected, uncovered, uncovered.
I am frightened of this fact;
The fresh sizzling flash of softening untruths,
Of uncovered parts, since a long time ago stuck oblivious.
I would prefer not to be seen,
Uncovered, exposed, open before the world.
I require the dimness of night
To dress me, wrap me in shadows;
To shroud my wrongdoings, my stains, my broken skin.
I don't confide in the sun;
It gives me no space to take off;
It shackles me and scolds me;
It breaks me and disgraces me.
Be that as it may, the moon; gracious the moon its silver light
Settles me, alleviates the whipping waves
Of my ambushed soul and takes me home
To a place where my wrongdoings amount to nothing,
Also, the haziness that squat inside me
Is yet a charcoal stain
Effortlessly cleaned with a kiss.
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