For Joy

You are making poetry. You are just not aware of it.

Maybe it's in the way you wear your kajal every morning.

Or in the way you push a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Maybe it's in the way you smile and blush when you remember a moment.

Or in the way you make your jhumkas sing, when you move your head to look at your phone.

You are making poetry. You are just, not aware.