I can feel the beating of
my heart. It's beating loudly
at night beneath the stars as
my feet run along the pavement.
It makes me feel so alive.
I can feel the beating of my
heart. It's beating loudly
when I'm boxing and throwing
punches. It makes me feel so
alive and nothing else seems
to matter.
I can feel the beating of my
heart. It's beating loudly
when I'm outside on the
field with my field-hockey
stick hitting a ball. It
makes me feel so alive.
I can feel the beating of
my heart. It's beating loudly when
I'm strumming my ukulele.
It makes me feel so alive
and brings a smile to my
face.
These are the years where
life feels magical
I've finally rid myself
of toxic friendships and
that feels glorious
Finding passion in Boxing
and Kickboxing makes me
feel confident and powerful
These are the years where
life feels magical
I've started becoming religious
And that feels weird
I've started playing the
ukulele and that feels fun
These are the years where
life feels magical
I've gotten back into
Field-Hockey and that feels exciting
And I'm loving working
as a care-giver
These are the years where
life feels magical and I
wouldn't want it any
other way
It was coming up, the politics
like dirty sex
in tall Parthenium grass.
The panther was hiding on a steppingstone
watching the hot, field hockey
played with skulls of peers.
Mauled, the peach skin was
entertaining sunlight in
the metaphoric village.
Prisoners of false ceilings,
we sing the anthem with
the crowd of wolves.
Satish Verma