Hot Bowl Of Food

I burnt my hand today,

Very conveniently if you must say,

After I heated up the food,

And mindlessly held the bowl with my bare fingers.

Suddenly hurt,

Of my own actions,

I laughed profusely,

Because didn't this year,

Turn out to be just like,

Me touching the hot bowl,

Knowing it would hurt,

But never expected it,

To happen this way either.

So, as I type this with burnt fingers,

I am sure of two things,

That the scars are fresh,

And they are going to hurt,

For a while of course,

But they will heal,

They have started already.