Do you think it’s easy
Being on the top most rack
Sitting side-ways, squeezed tight –
You know not what my life is like.
Always in the waiting mode
Full of so many things to share
All that which I carry in me
In my pages, front to back
And, of course, between the lines.
Ever ready, each day
Every day…
Looking down, morn to night
People who just wander past
Not a glance, not a touch.
Oh, but now
A bright young face
Full of yearning, wondrous search
Looks up, and I feel looked at
Keeping myself poised for that
Touch which will take me down
Open, let me show my light.
A hand is stretching, near so near
Oh, but then
The hand recedes, the face dips down
The feet grow faint and fade away.
Dismay has many a hue…
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Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you have a poem you’d like to submit, do email us at [email protected].
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