In this house so big,
where mammoth appears miniature as a twig,
is occupied by my family lil wacky,
and the members lil shabby.
Fancy dress is a quotidian.
And try to talk in lydian.
I love being with them.
Treat me as a rare gem.
We spend time ample.
But they leave me alone in a temple.
Few times their pretend cuts look real,
like denying to heal.
Forever with me.
But a visiter and no guarantee.
People are weirdly overwhelmed by sentiments,
and ask me how am i doing since the car accident.
Do you also forget some incidents but the gones are alive?