Sure To Be Unsure! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
Sure To Be Unsure!
Unsure of where to keep the next step
When both the feet are in swampy pit.
But sure enough to know.....
Any step moved forward will take her further deep down only
From where chances of survival seemingly very less.
Once her heart was strong enough to deal with any blows.
But today her hands and heart had been tied down with helplessness
But with a sense of farsightedness!
After dealing with so many blows
Which crushed her completely down beyond repair
she lay half dead today with all the blood oozing out from each pins pierced
that wounded though unseen from outside.
Today she couldn't bear even the gentle caress!
Even the touch of loving caress on her wounds is too painful and unbearable.
With one arrow she didn't fall
She resisted injustice all alone....
But that angered many brainy.
Many arrow continuously pierced her one by one.
Wounded her for years together but she survived them all.
Once again she was put to severe test with a heavy blow.
A trusted arrow pierced her heart so deep
Left her completely shattered, half dead she lay down.
Even, If she dares to get up
Not one but many arrows are still waiting to pierce her down.
Which one is better?
To lie down like half dead forever?
Or
Even if she glue all the pieces of heart together
Again standing with shielded heart to resist those hard blows?
Can a shattered heart withstand so many blows?
Not sure where the path of life is moving towards.
She surrendered herself to fate for no choice left to her.
Today, she will accept anything with Smiles only....
Be the nectar or poison, life or death which the life has to offer,
Which ever comes her way, as she is too tired to resist.
Today whatever she get alms as sacrament
She will accept it with smiles as a blessing from God.
She has to pay for her karma in this life itself,
As she was forced to travel through the same path again and again.
Like a handicapped one she will not resist anything further!
Will not resist anything further!
For she is sure!
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© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
Geetha, this is a stunning write! But there is a tone of cold resignation which is not in keeping with the persona you are trying to present! It is probable that the slings of life have changed her.... but still.....! ! Happy to see you back! Conquer new heights! !
Geetha, you certainly have your way with words. However, the best of the poems use minimal words to express what they want to. I am giving you an exercise. Can you cut this poem to half its length and still say everything that you want to? Here's grammatical analysis: Hope this helps She has to pay for her karma in this life time itself,
Once her heart was strong enough to deal with any blows..... nice line surrender to fate it is not late accept what is available and on hand they only will be your accomplice and good friends
A woman is a mother, if a woman is not regarded the entire humanity is not regraded. A nice write.
In our Indian culture woman is worshipped as Godess of learning wealth wisdom power strength inspiration and so on. That family is only happy where woman is regarded.Then how can she be so poor rather she can make what she likes even can change the direction of wind. Now i request you to write just oppodite. Rest i agree with Tribhawanji. Regards.
Poignant through and through. If ' she was forced to travel through the same path again and again should we blame it on her karma in this life itself. A touching read.
Today, she will accept anything with Smiles only a portrait of her submission to what's preordained.
Everything is predestined but one has to carry on to the last like a brave soldier........Geetha.....very well crafted.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/1/2023 2:37:06 PM # 1.0.0.1113
A painful confession of a lady's helplessness of her repeated blows what she received. But an unconditional surrender to a crime is another form of death. Please come up and fight it brave.