“I wish I were the ‘Peter Pan’
youth would never have come to me
there’d be no one to grieve over
no one to compete there’d be
no worry, no hurry
I could laugh my heart out
whenever and wherever I want
I could love anything I see
and feel no shame to preconize that
I’d be told ‘cute’
not ‘slut’ upon wearing short
neither I’d be compared
to any vulgar note
There’d be my ‘admirers’
rather than ‘stalkers’
I could fly free everywhere
without checking the calendar. ”
Everyday on the study table
I stumble upon these thoughts
the ghastly stage of life following early years
and then on the wall staring against me
my schedule exhales with heavy irony
the kadapul 