Poem: Leaving

Pencil Sketch By Nayana Mathradan

I wish I had a room 
no one can ask me to clear out
or a wardrobe with ironed clothes
and a sweet smelling pair of shoes
or a garden to weed, nurse 
and water everyday
or a lover
who won’t call it a rebound.
But heart is not as hard as it should be.
It cracks, burns and weeps 
before breaking. 
It hopes,stumbles and leaps
before falling.
So when the morning comes
I pack my bags and leave anyway…

Sometimes when Christmas comes
I wish Santa gives me a roof
to hoist a star for the season
or a balcony to walk all night
to sing along the street carols
or a family to call me over for dinner
and to not follow it with a bill
or a brother to play with and conquer
or a sister to tame and make me pretty.
But life is not what you desire
Nor what you ask for. 
It is as big mamma says
too unfair.
So when the morning comes
I pack my bags and leave anyway.