Plight of a Maiden

Well it's all about me....

Siting on the dusty veranda ,watching over:

Swift winds blow across waters,

False optical illusions created by long gazes:

The vertical slit between the two-fold gate

Displays the sandy roads, empty plots, polluting vehicles.

Brethen, give me some time!

Occasional glances on the daily,

Welcoming thoughts of Noam Chomsky,

Acknowledging Vinod Rai,

Looking upon the fate of Edward Snowden,

Brethen, let me try!

Dogs chasing crows and cattle on the grass fields

Murmurs of women and a passer-by.

Rattling buffaloes' marches on the muds in the empty plots,

Leaving footprints, once again covered by the lofty sands,

And my imaginations fly to the next world,

How the Harappan excavations are highly valued now!

For once, Brethen, let my Soul fly!

Ha! Unsung Jal satyagraha..poor feet..poor lives,

Muddled in fake "hero" worship, flesh trade,

In Cultural Cell, Patriarchial Prison, like an Enlightened Fool...

Where am I ?

O Brethen, let me free!

A void silence reverberating,

A single woman,

An ardent Identity-seeker,

An Identity for my own, giving which to the surrounding,

Beloved Brethen, let me be!

I wish i gain every stable thought,

Every weaning talk and every fading laugh,

before the last breath is lost in

the hush of the winds and the beauty within!!

At last, dear Brethen, Bless me, i MUST soar high!