The bulky Keats was sitting on the stand
lovingly bought from a first hand
resting there for a season almost
between productivity how-tos, tucked and lost
Guilty was my heart
and my hands to its relief
did reach the shelf
turning open a random leaf
to find a verse so resonating with my belief
that it reached my deep self
it spoke of times and ages passed by
days that were slow yet full
It’s bliss to find a poem by someone
with notions that are so akin.
R. Sivakumar works as an assistant professor of Business Administration at The New College, Chennai and is interested in history and politics.