I am no Goddess or Empress
no asp bit me,
none killed me in any battlefield
built no monument for me
lay me in love’s flowery bed
a bastion draped
by muslin woven into a lotus
preserve me not like a mummy
but I am not normal,
I am infected with love
and half asleep in love’s grave
do not disturb me for
I am meditating to be born again.
Do not weep or offer roses
for I am measuring my
length on the ground to
build the foundation
of my new life.
Yes I am off the scene
to enter in a new role to enact
in the next act to tell
you how peaceful it is to sleep
in the grave where
the hands don’t rise to steal
when hunger squeezes.
Suffering, grief, sorrow
pain whirl in the abyss.
I’ll be up again
to play Cleopatra
and sleep on the monument
embalmed with love.
My confession may not
leave a mark on time
but the epitaph will
be remembered by all.
Sabita Sahu
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