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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