Do I want to walk alone
Or is it just another facade
Of my subconscious mind
Like the sobs l hear
While l refuse to bow down
The smiles smeared with wit
While I stay hungry for the word

Can l call you out any time
Being aware of my indulgence
That the road is not that wide
For me to hold a hand

For I know this with all my heart
Falling down to get up
Learning to swim without drowning
Drinking down without sipping
Creating lores
Struggling with dreams
I sit idle by the sea shore
Ready to take that
my very own plunge.

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Pritpal Kaur
Pritpal Kaur
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.