I Am Not Who I Was

By Sri Ramya Smruthi

I am not who I was

I have a body, legs, a voice

They look at me funny when I dance

Rain visits often

Sun makes me gleam

They are different now

Trees are different here,

They are green and brown Sometimes yellow

Sometimes red.

Weren’t they silver before?

I cannot recall.

Sounds are different here

Loud, but compressed

Some are good

Some are troubling

I am not who I was

Neither is Mother

She is beautiful,

With her trees, with her birds

I think I like to be with her

I think I like to stay on the ground

I am not who I was

I can dance, and sing

And maybe, just maybe,

I like it that way

By Sri Ramya Smruthi