I Was Kind To 2018
I Was Kind To 2018


You know,
It's Christmas
And
My Heart feels like a Mere Czechoslovakia
C-Z-E-C-H-O-S-L-O-V-A-K-I-A,
And
My 2018 is nothing more than a WorldWar
W-O-R-L-D-W-A-R.
My Dad used to tell me histories
Of Great Legends
And
Adolf Hitler was one of them.
As we gaze at those beautiful stars
During our Long nights,
My Dad's tongue hold history
As his eyes twirl the whole Geography
And
As of me,
Picturing them
In my Brain
Like a 3 hours movie.
In 1918,
Czechoslovakia's first freedom
Happened after first World War,
Was a Floral tribute
To natives of
Czechs and Slovaks,
Which is nothing more than my Heart
In the first four months of 2018.
My Heart was decorated with Floral patterns
With Dreams and Thoughts.
Czechs were my Dreams
And
Slovaks were my Thoughts,
In between the Natives.
Slovaks were industrially developed
Whereas
Czechs not.
That's the relationship between
My Dreams and Thoughts.
Wait,
May be I will go like this,
"January February March April"
Felt like
A Bright Wood from a Green Meadow
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What happened to Czechoslovakia?
You might ask!
After Second World War
Czechoslovakia became feckless and dissolute
Into Czech(Bohemia and Moravia) and Slovakia(Ruthenia)
Because of Hitler,
As a consequence of ending WWII
With his Capitalism.
My Heart was like Second World War
In the rest of the months,
Was dissolute into Epicardium and Myocardium like Czech
With
Endocardium like Slovakia.
Wait again,
Maybe I will go like this,
"May June July August September November December"
And I don't want to mention the month
That broke my Heart into 3 parts
Which I am still trying to recover,
Felt like the Dark wood from the White Meadow.
Oh Shirley, Oh Shirley,
I couldn't get my 2018
Explained without much pain and complexity.
So, I am Concerned
About
My Words being Kind to 2018
To bid Farewell.
May be I will go like this,
I am so grateful for 2018
For making my Soul Connected to things
Which I never imagined
I will get connected to.
I am so grateful for 2018
For making me less concerned about my Heart
And
More about Czechoslovakia and my Dad's Stories,
For I miss them now
More than my Heart
And
This is just a mere attempt on
How to be kind with 2018.