WHO TO BLAME? THEN?

It was around ten in the night. I received a Whats app voice note from one of my friends, which was forwarded by another friend of mine, which carried that sorrowful news. The actual sender had already sent the same voice note three hours ago in that painful night. I listened to it. It was already eleven. I didn’t hesitate to call him.

POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY DEATH

Life is indeed a cruel punishment

Given me for an uncommitted crime

Hope you’ll come and rewrite this judgment

Your arrival will harbinger my departing time!