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It’s a new life here | Days and Dreams

It’s a new life here
The other day I woke up
To a harsh reality
Of my own laziness
No underwear to wear with
A bunch of other dirtyclothes
So I don’t skip class or
Empty four buckets
(Water is to be spent sparely)
I choose a small bucket
Empty it all and put the
Four underwears in it
I then go stand at the tap
At the entrance gate
In front of the whole world
To wash my udnerwear

It’s a new life here
I wash my underwear in public

Standing by the drier I recall
The other day when I woke up
Shook by what my mind
Had churned for me in sleep
I saw you talking to me
Telling me stories of
Your long journey away
Showing me souvenirs
You had picked on the way
Trophies you had won
Memories of friends you earned
I woke up in tears, hugging
My friends, I sobbed and wailed
Not because I missed you
But because I lived you
Even if in my dreams
I cried not in pain
But in pure gratitude

It’s a new life here
I wash my soul in public

~

Late Mondays and Related Heartaches

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