Selected by Poetry.com in 13 Best Pieces of Art, 2001.
Nowehere to Go
Restless, am I,
my impulses all bottled,
I need to soar
freed.
Or, corked in my world
I would smoulder, anxious:
am I to fade with my
impulses erased.
All I would remain
is canned beans;
labeled, tagged,
shelf life decided. Another
one of a great big heap.
I would neither jostle
nor burst,
but wait to be some Harry's pick
at will, bound for
destinations inconsequential to me.
The journey of my life?
Fell by the road.
My musings
wouldn't ever feel the breeze!
- SK Chatterji
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