A Newfound Vocation
Instead of vacuuming the living room,
Instead of stirring the stuffed parathas,
Instead of crumbling under the daily grind
Of nine-to-six job, with newfound raptness,
I’m planning to write poetry, appeasing
My bruised heart with ointment-like words.
Delving into the maelstrom of my past,
Picking up the broken parts, searching for
The memories that bind, I’m thinking
Of doing a little wabi-sabi, mending life,
Bringing the pieces together, and composing
A little poem that squeaks in a gleeful voice.
Unlike the old Ezra, I’ll surely make it new.
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2019-01-03 at 13:16
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