Return To Me
From others’ looks and lips
And between the rustle of papers
I pick up this goody-goody mask.
I carry it to the office
To the hotel and streets
I will not be I there-minus that.
And when gravel grate
Under my bare and weary feet
Gasping for breath in the searing heat
To myself I am back
Rid of that coward’s mask
For it doesn’t go with sweat and dirt.
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair
26 july 2011
Contest: Doppelgangers of Matt Caliri
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair
July26, 2011
Contest: Doppelgangers of MattCaliri
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2011
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