Stray But Stay

By Joyal Gupta

Another trip round the sun,

And we are back from where we began.

If I could stop the time as it moved,

I hurt him but he moved with a leg so bruised.

This time like any other,

I lost the game.

My face following the rhythms

of drooping petals,

If anything, intact, was the aim.

With this the November hazed away.

I am hopeless but I decide to stay.

By Joyal Gupta