Your Feet

2015-08-28 07.04.30

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

– Pablo Neruda

I should not be worrying like this…

Today, as I was walking into the bank,

Of course, to pay a monthly interest,

A teenager crossed over with a quote on his T-shirt,

‘Life is nothing without problems’.

I should not be worrying like this…….

 

There is a roof over my head

Three meals a day on my table

An understanding partner in life

Moral support of my parents and siblings

And soon, the joy of the innocent smile of a baby

I should not be worrying like this…….

 

I have an office to attend

A cohesive team to work with

That too, for a noble cause

A descent sum as remuneration

And, opportunities in abundance to grow

I should not be worrying like this…….

 

I have caring friends around me

Occasional pings from those who are not near

Beautiful books in my shelf to read

A small creeper in my balcony to water

And, a sound mind to face life as it comes

I should not be worrying like this…….

I should not be worrying like this…….