Enlightenment Poem by Gargi Mandal

These tiresome ties
Tenuous and tedious
Sometimes seem lies
I must have conjured up
On some terrible day
When my own self worth
I must needs despise
And clutch, cling, hold on
To a more solid soul
Who should cure my heartache
Render me whole.

Today, though,
They stifle, they stilt,
They will me to wilt:
A figment of their creation
A fragment of imagination
I have connived and built.
I sink into such silt.
Perhaps, perceiving this despair,
They hope it is too late to quit.

One dawn of my own,
I shall burn these to ashes
And will dare to disown
Defy the burden of words
Depreciate all those deeds
The harvest of worthless weeds
I have, in childhood, insensibly sown,
That would bind me to duty,
Doom me to desire,
Destine me to devotion.

Some day, I shall decide to come into my own,
To answer all questions my self has known.

My life no longer a loan.