I Rise! ! Poem by Arun Achudh

Shut in the dark, in a tiny place,
Near yet too far from the distant world,
Hear no sound but of one,
Drenched in the fluid of life.
With no Noise of knifes, hear-
Nothing but the hush of wind,
Along with it a screeching cry,
Of someone whom I think I know,
Amidst the monstrous red fluid, - I rise.

Ambience change as I move,
With lessened noise; the eyes that shed tears,
Still have them on, but with a smile.
Baffled thoughts wander with me,
With the view of my first light,
Bright and dark at times. With-
Fear being my first friend. I cry!
Wrapped between the warmth,
Of someone whom I think I knew – I rise! ! ! !

Sands of time pass by,
As my shadows grow dark and long,
Covered by the blanket of brown,
Made by the silicon pairs.
Small in size and little to wear,
Tongue dried, with its liquid petrified
Lungs starve for fresh air,
Looking at the face of that one I knew,
With an unearthly smile- I Rise.

Time’s no friend of mine,
Running alongside ravaging my life.
I Look at those gates where they go to learn,
A will so inside; but soon beaten.
Blessed are they? ? Or cursed am I?
Searching for it as life takes a turn.
Shaken I was when that someone left,
To the farthest star, I Gaze-
Alone with the first friend of mine – I Rise.

Ever since that someone left,
Here I stand, beaten by the waves-
Of ravaging life storms.
Creaking sound of cars,
By the side of my home.
Oh.! ! Home? ? ? Is just a place forgotten.
By the side of the pavement,
Where the circles of my life pass by.
Along with others like me – I Rise! ! !

A penny for music, playing priceless rhythms,
And screeching cries for want of a coin.
All for the tummy to let not dry.
This distant world seems unfair,
Yet I seem to be part of it.
What made me through to this?
Life or fate? It pushes me through
And down I go on knees, for my tummies to fill.
For the pages of life unknown, I CRY..! ! !

Leaning forward, I join the screech,
For want of a coin so desperate,
Staring at the people, who seem not to care,
Let not the pages hurt me again.
Dignity in ransom, diligence left behind,
Is this a way to live my life? ?
Stomach plead, as I refuse to return,
For the life next turn, I Rise..

I Rise, for not that I am low,
I Rise, for not being bestowed
I Rise, for not being lamed
But for the pages yet to write,
In the new book of my life.
For the history to beckon,
For the diligence to rise,
For work, for dignity,
For infinity and for pride, caz-
There is no fate but what we Make.
I RISE! ! ! !