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Anwesha Mukherjee...

The Sparks of Life...!!!


I see a long road and I keep walking,
For years I have walked with my eyes closed…
No, I am not blind and I can see
But I knew the path was smooth enough,
And I knew I was clinging on fingers…
That would help me if I chanced a stumble.
And I never stumbled, not for once.
I was living a dream.
I kept walking in its trance;
With my eyes closed, across the road.
But lo! I was struck!
I got hurt but as I believed
Those hands helped me get up,
They tended to the wound and strengthened me
And so I continued with the walk.
My pace slowed because the wound hurt everytime,
But before I could try to walk in my fashion,
Again I was struck…
My eyes opened wide as I cried loudly;
I shouted: I needed those Hands of help,
There were no hands and I winced in pain
All alone…

I got up and tried to walk.
It pained but I was able to.
I took my steps cautiously,
And I found I was able to walk again,
This time, sooner.

I keep walking, with my head held high.
I take myself to be a queen, in my own right.
Unstoppable and unreachable…
Sometimes it rains and sometimes
The Sun is too harsh…
I look around for shelter
I find many but all of them are too small…
Sadly, none fits me.
But I have my weaknesses… my vulnerabilities…
Deep inside, I was still afraid.

But my notions wavered my concentration
And I was struck once again.
I fell down, the wound was bleeding badly…
Was I shouting?
Why wasn’t I crying?
I had fallen, broken-hearted.
Shattered and lost…
I don’t cry because
It’s not expected.
I don’t shout because
It doesn’t look good.
I’m silent…

Is poetry realy live in todays fast running life?

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