Being There
Mubashir Karim
As the year went by
hastily—
excited to reach
anywhere—
probably
the end of the year—
Somewhere.
I too—
with (almost) everything
within my reach
(except Time)
found the festive fair within me
but the child lost—
Lost—
within the maddening crowd—
weeping, talking, reading, texting,
teaching, watching, proving, arguing…
This year
I hope,
I could just
Stay.
Linger.
Just be.
Like a tree
Hung with a hoarding
Saying
Nothing of any use
But essential
Nonetheless.