You have crowned me on many thrones
pulled me out of self imposed hibernation
my sloth my nervy agitation are over
I have gained in beauty fashions and
my vocabulary has now changed from
the rustic to the sophisticated.
I have become a moon gazer again
my mind receives the signals that you send
which in the past were lost pearls in wilderness
I now know right and wrong when I choose
sin and merit do not bother me, I work
unhindered by duty and futile obedience.
My mirror now reflects me not a made up face
by morals and mores of the authorities.
I am free to sing and treat humans
with the new eyes and ears you have given.
But honest to god the crowns didn’t fit me
some loose ends still haunt me like the past
don’t frown, come and fix them up soon
and sit on my right to lead me on
else the throne will have only three legs
and your dream will crash in vain.
Sabita Sahu
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