I have felt the bright blades of grass pricking my naked feet
While the sympathetic pearls crowning them soothed my sole
I have been conscious of each grain of sand that felt my toes on the beach
I have known a busy mind becomes sans thought as feathery waves wash my feet and my soul.
Only those who’ve felt it know the warmth of a pet curling around your legs.
I want, once more, tinkling anklets and thundering applause to harbinger my arrival
I want to be peer to the muck embraced lotus, peering through vapours of silver
From the peak, I want to peek through its veil of white, as the red does the black annul.
However, I weave of clouds a gown,
Bring a snuffed ember to this dreary town,
In wishing, my nerves worked from the waist down….
Author: Shashmita Sanyal
Editor: Abeer Tiwari