By Abha Das Sarma
PROMPT—Despite ...
I ache, for voices—
Angry, academic, anguished
To drown in, to hear myself
Some days, I ache—
For age, that I could reverse
To see myself, better
Some days, I want to live—
Beyond the impossible
Just so I can
Reprieve myself, of sins, I did not mean
Some days— The sun casts shadows, of moving leaves
Opposite my window, so
I ache, just some days.
An engineer and management consultant by profession, Abha Das Sarma lives in Bangalore, India. Her poems have appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords, Journal of Expressive writing, Verse-Virtual, and elsewhere. She also enjoys writing Haikus and has contributed to weekly postings of Haiku in Action.