Cusp Of Change… Poem by Namita Sawant

Time and again I find myself standing at the cusp of change,

I stare at it with all my curiosity & sane,

It wants to move and I see it shape shift in front of my eyes,

Wants me to hold it and identify to it,

I Know I could own it and play it my way,

Something stops me right in my tracks while reaching for it,

It's the knowing in my bones so deep that it gravitates down to my knees,

I am going to watch it transform within me and transcend the pull that u think you have over me..