Pramod Khilery (India)

I am walking.
I know it,
Ever since those who happen to run into me began to avoid me.
They love me.

I am walking.
I feel it,
Ever since the index finger of simoom began to warm my palm.
Her shoulders know me.

I am walking.
I am taught,
Ever since the depth of plunge began to pique the minke.
She is ignorant.

I am walking.
I tell myself,
Ever since the path began to find flaws with my gait.
I see, journey, countenancing.