Emancipation

Am I real, a legitimate human

In this strife–ridden indifferent world

Where every moment spurs anew

To shed copious tears like morning dew.

Nine months of cosy confinement

Without the Father’s lingering shadow

I was safe in the darkness of the womb,

But I came out to seek and explore

Pursue study and discover,

Defying the mortal challenge of birth

To create and play new notes of symphony.

But unmerited suffering snuffed the fire

To question and probe, seek and drive

Landed me in mire, my creative throb

To blow the efficacious trumpets

Started slowing halfway through the journey.

Is this the clime I dreamt?

Is this the space all aspire?

To burn out their native desire

To be, to flow, to pulsate with grace

No, I’ll have none of it,

Let me choose a small shelter

Where a heart of love's dream altar

Shall hold my being like Gibraltar.


sabita sahu