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!