Today I jumped from the table,
See I am
fine: His wish
said mother
but don't do it.
I jumped
from my school balcony
only a few
scratches : His wish
said mother
but never again.
Today I
topped in the class
Good: His
wish said mother
a broad smile lighting her face.
Today father
died, who will
support my
studies: His wish
said mother,
her eyes belching tears.
Mother is
now gone, was it also
His wish to
make me fight alone?
I am now a
pilot - not of a ship
I fly a
fighter plane deep into
enemy
territory, blasting bridges
making
orphans at will,
my love was ruined
by his
disapproval
of my career,
I am homeless:
I live
in a
barrack, greying
I sleep
fitfully, search for
certainties I don't know of what kind.
Is it all
His Wish?
To send me
to orphanages
from town to
town facing faces
all strange
grim and stern
training to
fly in the dark
to rain fire
on homes
to return nowhere?
My body is
steel
mind is
blank
I move by my
strong willpower
determined not to defy the life
given to me
in time and space.
Is it all
His Wish??
Sabita Sahu.
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