Half naked the child sprawled
On the old dingy cot
The hive still lay at rest
Were they the same brats
Who dared make forbidden noises
And made faces when nobody saw?
I was alive and sill breathed
And passed another involuntary glance
At the creature who lay beside me
On the old dingy cot
Legs apart, left hand feeling her breast
A mouth yawning wide
Two white tools that bit human flesh
Peeped out between young lips
She appeared to sleep in liberty
Untouched content in sleep
Desire had gnawed at me
When life came close last night
A desire for liberation
From torturing, haunting pain
I had gazed at life
With beseeching eyes
To save me from the pain
Yet my wish was denied to me,
My desire was not replenished.
Dawn was breaking
Last night I had dropped to sleep
Making love to biter pain
My life was just a reach away
And yet far apart
Of what use was my weeping?
Life had left me last night
Perhaps it was a self denial
Or life’s own deep desires
The hive woke and dressed up
My grief was strange
To the half naked child
Who now slept in ‘the posture of Liberty
It was an amusing fact to Life
Who was certain
Time would sweep my grief away
I warned my heart not to dare
Think of liberty with Life
And yet strangely enough
In the morose rumble of the bus
I found myself dreaming again
Of Life and Liberty
But then people often opined
I always dreamt the ‘impossible’.
This was written during an excursion from school. The only people who ever managed to interpret it the way I intended it to be read are my dad and the lending library owner. Somehow this is interpreted in ways that are so far from the original idea that I wonder if it has a faulty craftsmanship. Or perhaps it is made of words.
Published in the anthology “In Celebration”
ANUSHA.U.R.
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14 yrs
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"It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting."
ReplyDelete— Paulo Coelho (The Alchemist)