Poetry Corner: I Fall………?

(To Amrutha Menon)

By Sidharth P K

I fall,

Like the apple

That keeps on falling

In to your basket

That is empty

I am new

I am fresh

I am still

I want to be,

In your basket

Of dream

And hope

I fall,

Like gravity

That was Newton’s choice

I am attached to your,

Small things

Of life

Believe me oh girl

I saw the heartbeat,

Having beaten for me

In silent anguish

Come relax,

Down

In the promise of India.