Incomplete?
Incomplete ?
Someone new -
Something inexplicable,
And suddenly one day
You find yourself there
Right where you yearn to find
The remains of you,
The missing parts,
The lost ones stored in jars
And slowly you walk around the place
Everything is familiar and yet,
Each and everything there seems foreign.
You have had so many missing parts
And yet you lived, happily.
The room became your deathbed,
As it made you feel incomplete
Incomplete without those things
That completed you,
But were you actually incomplete
Before you knew about it?
Shaivee Chokshi
