Emerald desires dripping down my chin,
as fast as I run, no strength in my shin.
I close my eyes, I meditate.
Chant repeatedly, senses don’t sedate.
Give me respite, give me peace,
I crave love, I crave lease
from anxiety, from tears.
As much as it hurts, give me flares
of equanimity, of judgment,
of a life that’s clement.
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Ankita is a middle-class Bengali woman whose eyelids are painted with yet-to-be fulfilled dreams. An avowed reader, she only wants to learn and write in life.
