It is not a coincidence that we abhor each other.
That we have never tried to understand each other
is true. But then, what are you?
I was never there, nor shall I ever be.
That we have to endure one another to let live
Is true. But then, what does mud tastes like? to you?
It is bitter but it’s true, I can’t help it.
That life will go on like this when we cease to be,
is true. But then, how real are you?
Goirick Brahmachari lives in New Delhi, India. He hails from Silchar, Assam. His poems have appeared in various Indian and international magazines. Further reading of his work can be found at www.artvilla.com