Starry twinkles in them tired eyes.
Mischief, the one word they always cried.
We had the most genuine of all smiles
and the loudest laughter the world could hear.
Smoke a chimney, smoke a fire
we lived free and loud to Greenday songs.
Singing best when drunk
and drink we did,
movies and music our only fest.
Donor bodies did kill our joy
and our spirit yes but we found ways,
to thrive
We had the strongest shoulders to offer
each other
and the biggest hearts for our hopes to harbor
Laugh we did, at our foolish tall dreams.
The highest beams we did try to reach.
Once done with the books, we narrated one to another
the dumbest jokes, all over again.
Until one rolled, all over the floor
one bawled, one howled
another cracked up even more
The knowledge we had, we never did flaunt
while we shared with each other, the strengths we bred.
To the times we decided to sit with the crazy.
The solidarity we showed, when we took down the bully.
To the moments we tore each other apart.
To the moments we built back, all that we broke.
The hits and misses, we did not fail to show.
The wins and losses we tried to forget, all the more.
The good, the bad, the beauty in all of that.
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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