Poem of An Indian
One determined night sitting down to write a poetry...
I could only think of the creaky wooden chair and the acidic itching in
my stomach,
I tried to close my eyes and conjure up a gold papered vision,but the only
available picture was of an obliging colleague,paper mounts,ink spills,one
rupee tea,unwashed lunch boxes,unpaid bills,nagging headaches,fighting for
seats,hot sleepy afternoons,sterline evenings,endless grey staircase,tired
wating room and sweaty clothes,
I got up!! could'nt any way write poetry as now...i caught my self living it.....
Copyright © Deepika Vaishnav | Year Posted 2006
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