minimum expectations

I don’t have a great loss,

I don’t have a great life,

What I have is,

a sense of loss of love I never had,

a sense of life I never lived,

not a manner of light turned off after burning for long,

but a manner of never seeing lights.

My griefs are not great,

My poems are not great,

I am not great poet either,

But I am not after greatness,

I just want my griefs to be griefs,

My poems to be poems,

And well, myself to be a poet!