A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.

Still, something

Aditya Gupta

I stopped praying long ago. The gods grew tired of my voice, or maybe I just grew tired of asking for things that never came.
My wallet’s thin, my dreams thinner a handful of words no one cared to read.
Even my parents’ eyeslook at me like unfinished work,a draft they wish they could rewrite.
And love,she always leavesbefore the song begins.I’ve learned the sound of silencet...