Nariyal- Poem

You look at me

with an evil smirk.

Evil?

that is the most evil you’ve ever looked.

With a heavy heart

and an aching body,

I take a few sips from YOU,

and you continue mocking me.

You look at me

with an accusing stare-

this time with that look -

"Hey I told you, Don’t eat this!"

You win, I suppose.

With each sip, I grow fond of you

I don’t like the way you taste

but it grows on me

like waking up early

I don’t do that often but, like the idea of it.

With the last sip,

I initiate a new friendship

Nari’yal – you’re the ri'yalest.

—Asmita

February'26