Site icon Arnav Sibal


This poem was originally published on 14 December 2017.

What do you want from me?
It stares back at me.
Do you want me
To bleed honestly?
Because I –
Don’t know how to do that.

I don’t know how to dig;
If I were born into
A family of builders
Maybe I would
Know how
To sing
While constructing
The truth.

But I was never
Handed down
Bricks and wet cement
I was given words
And full stops
And commas
A couple line breaks

A couple there.

What do you want from me?
Do you want to know
What I want from you?
I want this ink to form gold
And smiles to hang from commas
On either side
And people’s whistles
To be plugged with full stops.

But I can’t tell you that.

I hear the glorious
Is what it is
Only because teeth grind for it.
That’s all right.
I was never much of a
Digger anyway.
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