Distress Days Poem by Seema Aarella

Entombed within the promises
I had to myself made
Being kind, sincere and true
Never to sin …and god to believe only in you
And the saints said this too
I was mad. I was mindless
Such became my revered life
I lay in the dark alone and restless

Should have been corrupt I think
This day I would have been fine
A lie for a lie, an eye for an eye
Should have vied for every right
But I budge in name of love, gave up fight
Gave up everything, nothing returned
Now so alienated from kith and kin
I wail for little space of mine

Then had dreams of flying high
Dipping in rainbow and painting the sky
Walking in garden touching every bud
Lying under the oak on the grass bed
Splashing the rain drops smelling wet mud
I could have made it happen but why
Barred and chained I am at awe
A butterfly passes ….heart heaves a painful sigh!