002 Am I To Be So? Poem by Sandhya S.N
002 Am I To Be So?
My bangles always burst to laugh
As if the bells of a rainbow
But, it keen to give a tone
With mystic mellowing silence
My hair sways in the breeze
As if the flare of ecstasy
But it, conceal the feel,
Tight, to root as in the mud
My heart whoops on my hits
As if a tide to touch the sky
But my eyes and my smile
Screen the treat and keep conceal
My heart brim over my eyes
As if to flood the whole land-mass
But its vortex never seen runoff
But contain it as a pustule
My mind ablaze at that misuse
As if the weapon, the vajra
But while at time to use it right
I feel some have frozen my might
While alone I ask myself
Why is it? Why am I so?
But a silence spreads a sigh
To reply it with a strife
What is my guilt?
Why am I so?
I asked again n again
To arbitrate my deeds and trots
The reply did reverberate
To vibrate my deaf ears
But those words vitrified
My inner ears with its stroke
“Dear, you born as Lass”
But Dear!
I ask you…
Am I to be so? ? ?
Sandhya
such wonderful poem marred by the guilt of being born a woman...please, in spite of the turbulations a woman faces, it's a matter of pride to be a woman...a sheer celebration!
The reply did reverberate To vibrate my deaf ears But those words vitrified My inner ears with its stroke..........................that is intrinsic and instinctive art of portrayal by the glories of wonders on this earth persuading across the flow of beauty, yet passionate, utterly introspective, m10++, thanks for sharing
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4/26/2024 10:29:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a poet with a philosophy.................... My heart brim over my eyes As if to flood the whole land-mass But its vortex never seen runoff But contain it as a pustule My mind ablaze at that misuse As if the weapon, the vajra But while at time to use it right