by Agampreet Kalra
They tell me
To be an Elephant.
“Elephants are graceful and quiet”
They stride in a walk,
Even when barks pin them –
Lithesome even when them mutts follow.
I look at them.
They have darkness in the underskin of their eyes.
Muggy,
Torrid.
Heads bowed.
Resilient.
They cry because they can’t shout.
They have a reputation to keep.
But say to them –
As I been taught in school
“Elephants can rip jungles and shake the earth”
Firm.
High.
Eyes unscathed.
Agampreet Kalra is a writer and poetess from India. Her life revolves around writing, reading, staying up late, talking to her dog and drinking coffee. She mostly write poems, blogs and short stories and some of her work has been published in Moonchild Magazine and the upcoming will be published in Anti-Heroin Chic and Rhythm & Bones Lit Mag. She also maintains a personal Blog page and a few of her blogs have been published in Rhythm & Bones Lit Mag, The Brown Orient and Hebe Poetry Journal. She is also a Staff Writer for WeRedefy and Content Developer for Delhi Poetry Slam. Follow her on Twitter @Apreetkalra.
(And in case you missed it, check out Agampreet’s poem Ele. – Elephants Never)