Straight from the Heart
Dec 7, 20201 min
Shristi Goswami
Aren’t we all just under construction
Like the buildings at Kings Cross?
The blue sky is but
Covered in scaffolding
Snatching the beauty of the clouds.
I ask myself
Everyday
Am I alright? Am I? Am?
Then I see the trees of Russell Square
One moment, nude
And the next, covered till the roots.
Shameless once
Full of shame, the next.
I ask myself again
Am I alright? Am I? Am?
I wonder why I decide to be a certain way
and then let myself get swayed.
I wish I could be like the spring
Keep myself covered come rain, heat or wind.
But life forces winter on me
Or is it autumn?
I work hard the whole time
Ensuring the pages of my book
Are covered, well covered.
Then a gust of wind passes by
And here I am like the fallen leaves of London’s December.
I ask myself again
Am I alright? Am I? Am?
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Poet Shristi Goswami
works at Pritish Nandy Communications
and lives in Mumbai
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