Child.

I am Akash
I am Amarnath
I am Bond
I am Badani

I’m that part of you that sits in dark corners
Waiting for a phone call
But the phone call never comes

And I stare into the mid distance
Staring at a game, I once played
And how I played, that day

I have it on replay, and it just won’t go away
And maybe I don’t want it to go away

It’s my poison and my peace
It heals me and it bleeds me
And there’s frankly not much that I can do

Or is there, I really don’t know

And even if they don’t pick me
Can I pick my scattered bits
Which lie strewn across
Grounds and parks I once played
And how I played that day

I know the words well
Written by a scribe in Sydney
Of the 27th day of December
In the year of our Lord

I am Saurav
I am Saqlain
I am Taibu
I am Telemachus

I am that child in you
That always wants to play.


(to be performed by Leonard Cohen, ideally)