“So my pen has stopped
but there’s no escaping my thoughts.
my thoughts are made of water,
a wild ocean,
a warm bubble bath,
i drown in them,
grasp for air.
my thoughts are now seeping into my eyes,
there’s so many of them,
it’s like someone left the water running,
but this piece of poetry must be completed
and not abandoned like me.
so the water from my eyes will replace the ink
and complete this poem
while in my watery thoughts, i will sink”
Location- IIM Calcutta