Response Poem 2 : Manya
A Response to Agha Shahid Ali's : Leaving Your City
Fall out of your sky
trickle into mine,
pain a mosaic of little things
felt yet unseen.
I am the tide in the sea,
I have counted a hundred moons,
full and new
and in between.
You crash into me
and mine my yearning
for the one celestial being
that perches in the ether.
The edges are sharp
raw and untended,
they could slice out a piece of you
from where you are most tender.
Yet I stay
waiting for the acid to drench
all that glisters within,
then you set it on fire.
Fall out of your sky
trickle into mine,
pain a mosaic of little things
felt yet unseen.
I am the tide in the sea,
I have counted a hundred moons,
full and new
and in between.
You crash into me
and mine my yearning
for the one celestial being
that perches in the ether.
The edges are sharp
raw and untended,
they could slice out a piece of you
from where you are most tender.
Yet I stay
waiting for the acid to drench
all that glisters within,
then you set it on fire.
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