And all the things I must lose I have lost
The winter’s ever approaching calm, white
Lanes of recollections we bridged and crossed
The faded sun, lovers of the mist, light.
The quiet daybreaks, an untroubled living
A gentle invitation to that space
Between a delayed thought and receiving
Free as a bird- a deep, intricate chase.
Instead I’m taught of my daily defeats
A constraint breathing, this everyday sense
Like roots that wither on stones and concrete
Stale impressions, an unfeeling pretence.
I mine underwater off these ledges
Receding, till these words begin to sketch.
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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 editor@madrascourier.com.
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