When your heart feels hurt
And the mind is in a twirl
Where the ifs and the buts
Seem to twist and curl

When the heavens decide
To weave a trail so tragic
That your heart has forgotten
The art of healing magic

When picking up the pieces
Seems a woeful burden
When you feel like taking
All the secret potions

When leaning comes naturally
Without a thought or doubt
When all you want to do
Is loudly curse and pout

Detach yourself for once
Without the fluster or heat
And look down below
At your own two feet

For when all avenues close
And you are helplessly beat
It all really comes down to
Simply finding your feet

Subir Chakraborty / 21st May 2018