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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


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?



Poet Shristi Goswami

works at Pritish Nandy Communications

and lives in Mumbai

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