How I wish everything wouldn't be as it was now,
How I wish to experience those, I complained of before.
It seemed as if human progress was future after all,
No remedy was found, no hope was left.
How I wish the "busy life" was restored,
How I wish we weren't stranded in a place called 'home'.
The difficulties before, were realized as luxuries now,
The mess we created was now seen from afar.
Contrarily, I stepped out.
The sun, was brighter.
The grass, was greener.
The air, was fresher.
The debate finally arose,
Of the virulent situation;
Or whether it was at all, from the vantage-point.
The two sides of a coin, the perplexity of choice.
How I wish the brighter earth remained,
How I wish we roamed about freely again.
The balance was what I craved.
Oh, how I wish.
Poet Aditee Kashyap
lives in Shillong
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