Eventually

If flowers can droop

And rivers can dry

In perceived neglect

We can sulk

We need to sulk

To know the difference

Know what smiling feels like

But

When a shrinking wring your inside

It feels like the bottom

And Bottom is

where we start

Starting is always a decision

A being’s right to hope

One day without trying

We bloom

Eventually, sulk turns around

Turns into a smile

– Poet and counsellor Rupika Moitra