This year

In much fluster did my time pass this year

I saw as half-empty my glass this year


Much to their chagrin they caught me smiling

My frivolities left me en-masse this year


You probably ran into some cold souls too

We’ll see them again at the Midnight Mass this year


Some let me down and I was betrayed by some

Should’ve spent more time with Amrita Das this year


Bitterness can make one lazy as hell

I spent summer lying on the grass this year


What do we say of the world we live in

I watched gold turn to brass this year


Are you broken? You didn’t even write, Apoorva

A poem for Sinterklaas this year