Attachment & Identity


 I am an identity, I am a character, 

An image and imagery,

A symbol, A role, 

A sage, A sire.

I am not simply an anomaly of the person, 

Or, the emblem that you see is not what it seems.

I am not simply a person whom you can sway with sweet words.

I read people. 

I observe them beyond their words.

I listen to their stories,

Their deepest desires, 

Their wounds and hurts, 

I understand their trauma, 

Relate to their losses, 

I study the bereaved.

I heal them.

That's why people think they are attached to me whereas I keep my distance. 

I detach from all longings, 

And, attachments. 

Because, attachment might open new doors kf depth but it may also create a whirlpool of devastations. 

Not for you, but me. 

My visions will get blurred or heightened. 

Who knows! 

But, I have always suffered in the surge of attachments. 

Or, am I glorifying my inability?! 


©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Timestamp: 4 pm, Officer's mess

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