Tulips by Tammy Pineda

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Along with the daily feature articles from our columnists, read works from our past contributors in the categories of prose, poetry and visual art, alongside interviews and other musings.



Photograph by @jseigar

They say it gets mechanical,

They say I am a robot,

Ticking off tasks,

Day in and day out,

Living through checklists,

Binding life in schedules.

I say it gives me purpose,

To wake up another day,

It sails my boat,

On dullest days,

Fueling my weakened conscience ,

Reviving the battle within,

On days, not so fair.

I say it gives me acceptance 

A feeling of fulfillment, 

Devoid of self doubt

Of struggling, 

With your own heart 

On days, 

I forget to smile.

I say it won't matter

How I struggled,

As long as I lasted

Surviving throughout,

As long as I rose 

To reap what I sowed.

And believe me, 

There'll be nothing 

But ecstatic contentment 

And a heart filled with joy


In all its worldly boundations.

This poem is written by Shikha Sharma, who hails from India.

You can find her on Instagram as - @oh.womaniyaa

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