You did not see me,
It does not mean
I was not there.
I was there
Though it was the singer
On whom
The camera was fixed.
The music was on, didn’t ye hear?
I was there
Among them who were
Making the music
Had I not been there
There would have been
No singers, nor any song.
It would have been
Just a weird noise
I was there
Participating in the creation
Of the orchestra divine
I was not in the view of the camera
I was not the hero
I was fighting
It was I who fell
When the hero became hero.
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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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