I‘m eight. nine, I’m sure, will not be as fine Tales are just tales, I know, So, they talk to me, I listen, I’ve seen when I wait long enough Sometimes I look at them, look not listen, Then I wait, and wait some more, and they leave. So I wait, and wait, and they leave. I’m safe, punished, and alone, while Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. His work has now started appearing in journals and websites.
I’m eight
Now, that I’ve seen eight,
as they write in those tales.
I’m eight.
and nod, then I do what I want.
their talks do end and they leave.
and think of all I’ll do after the talk ends.
I am made to sit in a corner, punished, grounded.
Then I play, alone, in my corner, book in my hand.
they think I’m reading as ordered.About the Author