Some Days

By Abha Das Sarma

PROMPT—Despite ...

I ache, for voices—

Angry, academic, anguished

To drown in, to hear myself

Some days, I ache—

For age, that I could reverse

To see myself, better

Some days, I want to live—

Beyond the impossible

Just so I can

Reprieve myself, of sins, I did not mean

Some days— The sun casts shadows, of moving leaves

Opposite my window, so

I ache, just some days.

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An engineer and management consultant by profession, Abha Das Sarma lives in Bangalore, India. Her poems have appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords, Journal of Expressive writing, Verse-Virtual, and elsewhere. She also enjoys writing Haikus and has contributed to weekly postings of Haiku in Action.