Today I wish
to say
I am full,
complete
swelling
with my wants
desires,
frustrations
the ebb
tide of my oceans
are spilling
over the brim
of my
suffocated soul.
If you ask
me how I am full
then listen
-
My sentences
are complete
with speech
rhythm
mind rhythm
vast and full
overflowing
with a lull.
My treasury
of pain is full
untold
unshared voided splendour
my
splintered life's sorrow too
is brimming
full.
What's not
there in my world:
conflict
between truth and falsehood
love and
betrayal
and the joy
of tears
in the
endless night
of endless
worries
my heart is
filled
like full
moon tide
when and how
in the
full moon
night
I never
know...
I myself
cannot count
the numerous
zeroes
in my bank
pass book.
Then why
should I say
I have
nothing
I have the
hulla ballu
in my daily
life
of issues
and themes
beyond your
dreams,
it's my own
property
not stolen
nor borrowed
my evenings
are crowded
with friends
and relatives
the evening
dies in chats
and swollen
faces.
This is
life:
somewhere
the river dries up
elsewhere
the storm
sweeps away
life
the heart
cracks
and again
joins
with the new
fevicol of compromise.
The desert
sands sway
in the aroma
of the thorn flower.
My body have
spring and
summer
a touch of
snowing winter
I am the
queen of seasons
unblemished
offering for deities
How can I
say then
I am
incomplete, empty?
My emptiness
is also full
like gods
unseen tears
I am full in
love and separation
if anything
is incomplete
that is
absolutely my own
there is no
word for it
no language
is yet invented
No regrets
for all that.
Sabita Sahu
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