People who are unafraid of being afraid
because fear has become their home
People who wonder
what a sunrise would taste like
if it were a breakfast food
People who take long walks at night
because the air just rushes in cleaner
People who have stories to tell
People whose stories
aren't unique or pleasant
but have so much value anyway
People who love socks
and the names of nail polish colors
People who think grass
is an unnecessary evil but also know
it is one of the most beautiful things
they will ever touch
People who think clouds of smog
piping out of factory towers
are breathtaking in their destruction
People who think everything
is just a little bit more complicated
than we believe
People who both love and hate god
for their silence
People who didn't know how to talk
when they were young
and still haven't quite learned how
People who yawn too much
People who love the intimacy of moments
no one else notices
People who can't shuffle a deck of cards
People who want to wear red boots
and yellow raincoats but can't find any
for the life of them
People who love so hard
that it hurts everyone they know
People with tummy aches
People who can't get over almost anything
People who somehow forgive
and hold grudges at the same time
People who are afraid of the sky
People who hurt unendingly, relentlessly,
chronically, and acutely
People who give themselves therapy
People who need catharsis over escapism
People with growling stomachs no matter what they put in them
People with hearts
People with brains they do not understand
People
Just people
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now I think I am the only person most qualified to be in your list. Now I know that I am not. Marvellous poetry, Ms Singh. Encore