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Fruits of labour
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8th April

So they say
I was different
when it all began
i was closed and
reticent.

i know i was faraway
as i am always am

I know for i bore that look
in my eyes
i would see through
and pass through
My eyes not searching
not resting anywhere around me

So i was told about how
reserved to myself i was

i rememebered how i was
unhurried in my wait for future to
unfold for i knew it would
in its own time

And it did
when February Marched into April
and you brought me
back to myself
from faraway
to here and now.

I brushed off the
best of luck -
coming my way
and was way cool
when you walked my way
for i was as usual
lost in time
but then
in the b(l)ackwaters of tarmac
my eyes zoomed in
on a colour,

but it was the right action
done with tender consideration,
called kindness-

that was the hook
and here i have been
since then
hovering in the present
i see as your gift to me,

from getting along
like a bus on fire
to the set breakfast tables
water being poured into glasses
and that face lit
with shining smile
and eyes twinkling
turning a 180 degree
to explore my way
and finding me diggin
right back.

That was a moment to hold
and i held.

That is how
my eyes learnt to rest.

Poetry by Sona