After years, still?

It is strange that,

Festivities bring you in a shapeless cover

Silently, yet all are aware 

Of upcoming trouble.

Are you a disease?

How are you so sick?

If only, I could not think of you for moment

After so many years, still

You haunt me.

You make me angry.

You make me shoot a million questions

And yet, you make me afraid 

Like the little girl I was.

People cannot be something they want

There are invisible shackles tied on their ankles

And even when those chains are broken

It is difficult to trust an anklet too.

I wondered long and much, 

I do still though much lesser 

Are all families like that?

Do you visit all so often?

Why? You? Anywhere?

- R, 08-03-2023