Photograph by Eleanor Goetz
I tread slowly
On an uneven path;
A path of bitter
Sweetness, a path
Of simple complexity.
Hushed shadows of the
Past stillness linger
Around me. Hello? Are
You still here? I want
To ask you for directions.
Can you show me
The way? But I
Do not know what
I am looking for.
Do you?
I want to understand
Myself before I
Understand the world;
The conscience is
To be addressed
Before the crowd.
But I do not know
How.
I am wondering,
Wandering; A
Vagabond of
Sorts. Show me
The silver in the
Silver-lining. Show
My soul to
Myself.
Only then can I progress.
Only then can I discover.
Swastika Jajoo is 17 and from India. She is pursuing a degree in English Honors from Lady Shriram College, New Delhi. Poetry is her window to the world, and writings which address the larger issues in life enthuse her the most. She is an ardent baker and loves playing around with ingredients as much as she loves playing with words.
