Whenever I have looked at you
glass between us
your brown skin on fire
sweat beads glistening
work worn muscles
skin dulled by dust
Whenever I have looked at you
busy on my computer
from a cafe window or
across the parking lot or
through my balcony doors
no time to spare
You who till the land so I grow
you who bring the water so I bathe
you who mine the fuel so I cook
you who catch the fish so I eat
however I try to look at us
arteries everywhere
Looking through a glass window at those we are connected in the organ of the heart. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteDitto to what Anannya said. Lovely work, Gangotryi.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. The last stanza is really the reminder to gratitude. Thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteLove the depictions of connection in this poem... So well written
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