Finally as I joined work
More excited than me
She said, now it's final
You will have stories to tell
You will have more to write
Every road you go through
In this long, very long journey
But here I am months later
With an empty folder
I have experienced enough
Enough to share
Except that they are painful
Why would anyone
Want to feel words
That are filled with pain
Reasoning with self,
Will she be able to consume
Everything I tell
For I need a buffer myself
Which I luckily have
Daddy, is the one
No matter how much aching
Yet he will listen
Patiently hear and absorb
Manage a smile
Relieving me from all
That's bothering my mind.
