Being There — A Poem by Mubashir Karim
As the first month of this year comes to a close, we publish a poem by Mubashir Karim about the year that went by. Such verses are rooted in hope that is grounded and poised.
Being There
Mubashir Karim
As the year went by
hastily—
excited to reach
anywhere—
probably
the end of the year—
Somewhere.
I too—
with (almost) everything
within my reach
(except Time)
found the festive fair within me
but the child lost—
Lost—
within the maddening crowd—
weeping, talking, reading, texting,
teaching, watching, proving, arguing...
This year
I hope,
I could just
Stay.
Linger.
Just be.
Like a tree
Hung with a hoarding
Saying
Nothing of any use
But essential
Nonetheless.