You ask Me
You ask me:
Why am I not writing?
I say: it’s winter.
I’m hibernating!
You ask me:
Why am I not writing?
I say: it’s summer.
I’m sunbathing!
You ask me:
How about
Spring and autumn?
I say:
In spring, I’m contemplating.
In autumn, I’m introspecting.
The fact is, my dear
I’ve written to you so much
That I don’t want to write
Any more…
This is the phase of life,
Where I enjoy thinking…
More than communicating.
Please let me take a break.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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