Lungs, un-laced with smoke
Lips, un-touched by dope
Fingers, un-tangled in fear
Skin, translucent and sheer
Shoreline, that smelled of fish
Rain, each leaf did relish
Intentions, that helped you grow
Together, un-fazed, Un-sure.
Insia Fatima is a part-time amateur poet, part-time financial analyst who lives and works in New York, but comes alive in Mumbai. Her work appears regularly on her blog, and has been published in the past in literary magazines such as The Brown Critique.