//I am fine//
I run magically amidst the junction
under the chest of crest and troughs.
My riveting journey kisses the top
which elucidates my experience
in short terms of; rough and soft!
None have bidden their ear to hear
the mourning of my vertebral shape.
Time made me expertised to conceal
my agony within my heart’s landscape.
The eyes of human is always blinking
to adulterate the fulcrum of my serenity.
Like the rag pickers I became the focal point of debris
As everybody used to, use me as dustbin in perplexity.
I have masked the broken pieces of my heart
I neither can leave nor can make a start
Now it’s time to pretend again,
That ‘I am fine!’