I rubbed a lamp,
and a genie came out of it,
saying I had three wishes.
Three wishes?
Not enough
to ask everything
I ever wanted to ask.
So, okay.
For my first wish,
I want him back.
The genie declined.
"Something you never had
couldn't be yours again."
Okay.
For my second wish,
I want him—
not again,
just for the first time.
The genie declined that too.
Okay, last one.
For sure.
I asked for him again.
Not as my lover,
but as someone
I could keep close.
Again, he declined.
I asked why.
He replied,
"For something to be yours again,
it needs to be yours
in the first place.
And if you want something,
it should also
want you."
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About the Author
Yashaswi Meshram
Nagpur, Maharashtra · India
Yashaswi is a high school student from Nagpur, India. Her poems keep returning to the ordinary moments people pass by, searching for the emotions, questions, and quiet truths hidden beneath them. She writes in English and Hindi, believing that some feelings only surface when you slow down to notice them.
