The ‘reality’ is a maze
Too hazy for my naïve
Girlhood
Fiction is worse
Love ends in loss
Or hatred
I was once waiting for him
The prince charming
The ‘Mr Darcy’
But not anymore
Now I’ve chosen
The men of my world
Derrida, Marx and Camus
Whose arguments wipe my
Humiliated tears
Whose philosophies
Pacify my disappointments
My world is narrow
My perception is simple
But the boundary is elastic
The men of my world may now sit
Crammed in a small recess
That would broaden in the future
