I play animatedly, happily for now. With children am I.
The little one is here, with her plastic spoon and steel tumbler.
The elder one starts telling me a story
from last night’s horror show.
One eye upon my little one who wants me to play music
with a plastic spoon in my hand on the steel tumbler
held precariously in her little hand,
while the elder one holds her freshly made clay letters
for appreciation and inspection.
Today I am
Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. His work has now started appearing in journals and websites.