MY LOT, ONLY MY LOT

MY LOT, ONLY MY LOT

 

 

I REMEMBER THAT DAY
THE BLACK FOREST WAS STILL, WITHOUT ANY
ROARING IN THE AIR.
ONLY THE SPARROWS WERE GRUDGING ABOUT THE STORM
THAT SHOOK THE FOREST THE PREVIOUS NIGHT
THEIR EGGS MIGHT HAVE ROLLED OUT AND BROKEN
THEIR DREAM NEST.FROM
I WALKED TOWARDS THE RIVER
AND PLUNGED INTO IT FROM THE ROCKY STEEP.
I DIVED DOWN TO THE BOTTON
TO BRING YOU OUT.
WHEN I GOT ...


by Benny Kottarathil