Something pushes me down; the warm earth spits venom on me
A noose tightens around my neck and evil flashes its eyes
A deep gnash starts from my feet
My body cracks all over,
I fall apart
Like a song, each fissure forming a musical note;
I drink from the muddy puddle of the unspoken
And learn to enjoy the pain,
Death bells ring all over, announcing the forbidden union
The conquered becomes the lover of the conqueror;
Blackened Blood tangles my hair into million knots
Crowning me for the awaiting eons,
The hatred is palpable
Evoking passion and an unquenched lust
A long forgotten belief breaks the crown
And I shout
I CAN CHOOSE;
My sound waves dig Silver from a faraway land
It rises and draws close
The lie is strong but truth is stronger,
The silver's blaze burns the noose;
Something pulls me up and I let go
A cool breeze brushes past and untangles my hair,
Fragrant oil heals my wounds;
The dirt and darkness are driven away,
I rise higher and higher
My feet wading through the rainbows
I emerge like a tree from a dirty seed
With a dance, each step getting me closer to the light.
The journey depicted is remarkable. From the initial pessimism to surrender and then that rejuvination and finally seeing the light. This is life. I enjoyed it.
Thou' struggle pushes us to down, we've to emerge like trees again to flourish with good fruit and beautiful flowers in our branches! ! ! ! ! ! Excellent poem! ! ! !
STRUGGLE is a very powerful poem, it is full of images that so vividly capture the mood of struggle, the agony of struggle, the predicament of struggle, , but at the end it is the victory that matters. ' i emerge like a tree...'' thanx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Sajithra. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.