Perspective by Neetu Malik

You say life is not a poem
or a story–
I ask, “What is it then?”
“Real life”, you say.
Of course, you know best.

You spend your days
life’s losses, its gains,

how much time is left,
working out

logistics while you lie in bed.

Real life gives you pain,
brings a scowl to your face–
you add and subtract,
make no mistakes,
and I,

I just watch
the shadows twitch and yawn
on that wall
across the window

through which the moon
winks at me, sly-faced–

“I’ll be fine”, I say.

©Neetu M.