Manoj
...Mojo...
Wake up.
Its me.
Its us.
Wake up.
For a bit.
I am sorry i didn’t have my hand to offer
We are sorry we kept ours in our pockets.
I will remember you, wild one
How can we forget, prodigal son?
I cheered in my heart, when you ascended pedestals
We all cheered , believe us
I am sorry i had to hide to speak to you
We are sorry , we spoke in whispers when we spoke of you
I am sorry my tears have to be forced
We are sorry, we suppose
I am sorry for the lost years, unsaid words
We are sorry we shut our doors
...Its twilight.
Sleep now, Mojo
My brother, my hero.
Sleep now Manoj
Our 30 kilo burden of guilt.
Sleep as i search for tears
sleep the sleep of peace
and we, our sighs release.
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