By Avika Jha
At about eleven I made a demented promise.
Nobody in my small town believes in magic.
Oh to succeed I've cooked and cleaned,
I've seen the world I've been to places my mother's never been.
I've roamed around for so long,
That now I'm immune to isolation,
I've got it now.
On the outside when you see her
She's quick-witted, funny and genial.
Got a big circle
To keep me occupied from my emotional masquerade.
What's that that you worry about?
There's nothing to accrue, nothing to mislay on this electric ground.
Everything's all there for you to calculate.
Ask me and I'm not certain whether I'm
ascertained
I've got a younger mind than that I've had at seven.
It's not you it's your whereabouts, you'll be dissimilar when you escape.
You'll touch the air and then the breeze will never phase.
I'm not here to consolidate
Me and you, we are at different sails.
Don't get too worked out,
There's no one way to commence in the life of the man.
We'll cross paths again and again…