Lasya Rajan // YOU CANNOT BE BOTH YOUNG AND WISE

you see it

out of the corner of your eye, during a study hall

the white crinkles look atrocious against

the cream cabinet.

black bold face words scream silently from the dancing sheet

lifting from its taped post on the side cabinet wall.

 

the silent paper sentinel seems to regard you as you pass.

it holds a certain gravitas

blaring its potent message with only a cynic sigh

it strikes you how much certain words can feel

physical

like you could pluck them off the page and feel their weight

as they sink into your skin and soul

 

there are other words on the page

but there are seven that seem to read themselves to you,

whispered into your ear from a small child with a large secret

  

you cannot be both young and wise.

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