It was a bump - like the fields.
It was like a pavement - tripped, crawled and fall.
So small, so bitter yet so overwhelming.
But still, it was a bump and nothing more.
The feel was like the mountains - the himalayas.
So many days passed over and over - swirling like the Katrina.
Yet, a voice said " a bump. just a bump. and no more".
Let me jump on it till it falls flat.
Punch it down back to the ground - far away from me.
Sit on it till it squeezes through the soil.
Take a hammer and knock on it a million times so it would just disappear.
But nay, its a bump that would never perish.
Teaching me how to be equivalent to the strongest man on earth.
Realising the darkness that would recede under the light.
A touch of the bump gives the slightest prick.
Alas, the finger bleeds - but only for a moment.