Poem Of A New Year!

A half naked woman, in her late twenties
There she stood with scratches, waiting for me
In the lawn, waiting for a magic.

A part of a true story.

In the shadow, a shivering movement of limbs
Another dismantled stretcher, and a crying daughter
In my lap, a pillow of her bosoms.

Another true story.

A window with a torn curtail
A door without lobs
And a passage of torn letters;
The house couldn’t interpret the pain
The half naked pregnant woman carries.

This is my poem of a new year,
True stories of heartless despairs.