Fall

21st October 2003
9.16 pm

FALL

Every step I take, I fall down down down.
And I pick myself up just to kiss the ground.
My knee’s bleeding.
Heart’s heaving.
Broke a tooth. Lost my crown.
As I bend down to do my laces, a crystal teardrop wets the ground.
Hurts more to know, I was never wanted ,as much as I wanted.
Never needed me when all I was breathing, was you.
That I’d be a distant memory in a fortnight, if I were to vanish now.
And in silence we wave our last goodbyes.
And walk the walk of gloom, of prickly blooms and uncolorful doom.

Shaleni Nedumaran