if i’m let

over the crumbled glass
veiled on the sidewalk
striding
my constrained steps i count within
narrow time frame
under cotton-like
golden threaded shreds
wanting to be concealed amidst fragile beauty
untouched
to find the self elsewhere
blooming, cringing
clasped above mediocre
if i’m let-
to be lost, misled
to step on the glass
and lose a drop of blood

 

Featured Image Location: Bombay (now known as Mumbai)
 Photographed by my friend.

 

 

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