season of fall

Its october, a season where the cold air hugs my body

the smell of festive is on the air

but so is this heavy feeling that I embody

which seems to me a pretty unfair

i come from a simple humble background

with a vision just to be somebody

but how this book of fortune

has guided me to fall everytime i wake

and the pain would not stop wrenching my chest

it has cut deeper on anatomy to posterior

of my walls that now i have lost my sense

i hate absolutely hate to write my griefs and falls

cause hate lenses of sympathy on me

i am not raised to be this weak protagonist

i know i will be this rising character

and stop objectfying for some baseless shit

but yes people its season of fall

and perhaps the universe naturally wants

me to ease in counting my microgratification

my little family who shower a ton of love

and friends who make me feel home

and a goal to rise up and show up

while falling in the season of fall 

cause thats how trajectory make sense 

to rise yes you have to first fall

gpt made me sit beside narayani ko tir