I Too Cry Poem by Sachidananda Panda
I Too Cry
If you wish so I would do
All that you would never be able to
Speak, whisper, shout or bleat
Am your silent mate, I can write!
Your sorrows, sufferings, anguish or pain
Emotions, both fair or foul profit or loss
All six seasons on land or abyss
I can write and record, won't take it amiss
I can work for, sans any wish of gain
Am your trusted warrior, though lanky and lean
I smile with you, I revolt alongside
I am the rebel against the impending vice
I prefer not to skip the promises made
I keep the guts to call a spade a spade
Am resilient against all odds too hard to bear
But, I too cry! When blunted on court orders
©Sachi-16th August-2020
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Speak, whisper, shout or bleat Your sorrows, sufferings, anguish or pain I can write and record, won't take it amiss.... //.... Absolute beauty of a poem. I admire it for the depth of its expression as well as the profundity of feelings of being together with someone. The last four-line stanza is like the icing on the cake. Thanks for sharing. It goes into MyPoemList.
This tribute strikes a chord in my heart. It makes me think of newspaper reporters who risk their own safety while giving voice to our collective social conscience. In particular I think of Shubham Mani Tripathi, who was killed in June after publishing reports about land grabbing in Uttar Pradesh.
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4/26/2024 11:18:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beat, bleat! Heat of life, Facing the odds. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.