Refuse Poem by Shruti Goswami

I refuse to become
The routine you seek
The job I have
Fulfills the need
And I just stop short
And hold my breath
To enable myself
To spare a death.
Death due to boredom.
Of the flesh.
What I seek
May never be found
I have long stopped seeking
Timeless memories
Now turning about in their grave
At every recall.
Do give me a call
When all that you seek
Change priorities
And empty handed beseech
The brain that turned sour
Even bitter
With thoughts that were
Carefully kept at bay.
Some may say
I have lost it all
The truth be told
I traveled in time
And was there before
The first sun that did ever rise
And fall.
I know it.
Know it all.