My father's anniversary:
((there was a swan pond in our way to the hospital...

You were digging deep
for flaws in me yet you...

In the rainbow boxes of preference,
they each are...

For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...

Who is vandalizing this bench
in the garden of my thoughts, my heartfelt words...

Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...

Thus, whispered an hourglass in my ears:
No rock would ever survive the onslaught of time...

Whatever starts must
also end. Whatever ends...

I don’t know
why I am nobody...

You looked at my skin and said:
you are not bleeding enough...

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

To P&Q
She said that I was too sad, too damaged...