Start Over

Bhavana Chandran

Wish you were here
’cause there’s too much to fear
that I wouldn’t see you again
while I’m on this lonely little lane.

Fell into a deep dark ditch
because I lost my post-apocalyptic pitch.
Lost my narrow prickly way
Too many times till today.

But then I found you hiding behind the magnanimity of your words.
Cowering from the sharp gazes of those pestering predatory birds.

Wish I could see you.
Wish we could be true.
There will never be a younger moment
than we are at the post-apocalyptic present.

Climbed out of a hind-sighted hole
because I found a spark from a dead coal.
Found my lonely little lane
and I tried not to get lost once again.

                                                                                          ~*~