Jul 23, 2013 Uncategorized 0
I have lived in summers and winters
In springs and autumns
In rains and droughts.
I have lived in mornings and nights
In noons and evenings
And they have lived in me.
A singed mark between the brows–
A perpetual embellishment burnt in
By the rapacious summer sun;
A steely white on my neck
A perverse love bite gifted
By the diabolical winter haze;
A hidden drop lurking beneath the eyes
An involuntary bead of water left
By the insidious rainy torrent;
An unblossomed flower at my navel,
Screaming to bloom yet gasping with death, a token
By the deceptively beautiful spring;
And autumn had promised me fall.
I have lived in named seasons
And answered to their names
I have lived in named days
And lived up to their names.
If only, I could live in transitions,
I would just fleet away
© 2013 Hiya Chatterjee. First published by RaedLeafPoetry-India 2013.
Hiya is a student of English literature. Having completed her Masters from JNU, she is currently doing her M.Phil from Jadavpur University. Poetry is her favourite literary genre and her favourites’ list is unending.
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