The Road Ends?

I don't know how long

I have been walking

in aimless freedom

reaching nowhere.

I always thought

I had a point to reach

and that is the midpoint

between hope and frustration

to choose my own course

without wandering and wavering

to achieve something to redeem

my birth's pledge, unwritten though.

 

But I didn't know how to achieve it

I tried an NGO

but was disappointed

I tried through my family

I was denied freedom

I am trying through my writing

I don't know

whether I could reach my goal.

 

The weight of time on my bones

on my frayed nerves is

now aching heavy

no one caresses my pain and hurt

and I wait for no one to call me

for a midwinter dream

away from paths and goals;

I did not respond to when the call came

I have none to blame.

 

Ladles I held, syringes I held

nursed patient in hospitals

visited destitute homes

trying to bring them to normal life

wrote volumes communicated

my feelings in magical words,

no no not magical but authentic:

But when the world is asleep

what could I do save

walking aimless in deserted streets?

 

Now I am everywhere

sitting in my study room

is there any road left for me.

Sabita Sahu