By Tejaswi Repswal
I asked God to whisper me all his rage and worries, for hours,
And I'll pretend, all I heard was thunder and a cool breeze through the flowers.
Tell me how he got all the blames
And I'll pretend to feel the typhoon in the tiny drops on my cheek when it rains.
Tell me how bad it ache,
And I'll pretend to feel the rosy-velvety petals , claiming thorns are fake.
Tell me how red it bled,
And I'll pretend to be a girl whose childhood just fled .
Tell me about the nights he spent crying,
And I'll pretend to be asleep comfortably on a cover cuz the pillow is still drying.
Tell me about the days so dark,
And I'll pretend to be in love at dawn, with the shade of golden-brown of the fallen last tree's bark.
Tell me all you can today,
as tomorrow will be, my day
So Tell me again tomorrow
Cuz maybe this time I won't pretend
tell me again for me,
And set me free
This is how you pay here, for the therapy.
Being a human as I am, ended up asking for myself,
So being a therapist as I wanna be, would end it asking -
" How did it feel to set me free ?
cuz you did great after the therapy!"