When Atlas Cried.


 

Push! Push a little more.
Oh, how I bear your burdens.
And your hopes. And dreams.
 
I can’t take it anymore.
Do you find a glimpse of consent
on my wet lips?
Or am I feigning ignorance
to the pain?
Pucker up! Says the world.
Were you around when
the world was left on my shoulders?
You watched me on statues,
you loved my stability.
You admired the way I juggled life.
Yet, did you share my burden?
Or did you offer,
a hand, an iota of support?
If the answer is nay,
then shouldn’t you just
shut the fuck up?

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About Abhi Surendran

Abhi quit his corporate job, and decided to immerse himself in travels, photography, occasional periods of bankruptcy, and copious amounts of insanity. He is currently working on a book of his experiences, and a dream road trip through South Asia. Both in a haphazard fashion. He blogs at Iamnothome and you can also catch him at times on Facebook and twitter.

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