The Last Word Poem by Usha Pisharody

To step out of the cloak of disguise,
Of being someone I am not;
Is perhaps the hardest step to take.

To stand afar, a heart full of love,
Yet unable to shout it from the rooftops;
Is perhaps the hardest feeling to reconcile within.

Still,
When the world rises up
To question,
To pigeonhole,
To discipline;

It is you, as me, the other way too
That is, at once,
My strongest armour
And my softest heel!

Love hurts, love heals,
Love reaffirms faith;

But the point is-
(One that I'm blessed with)
Love Is.

Period.


Usha,8 to 11 January, '08