Though I have already published this poem on my blogger blog but now that I am using WordPress, I thought of putting it up here. So read on ….
Every day I wander,
in this maze…
of meaningless fear,
and senseless anger.
of unnerving pain,
and blissful comfort.
of poignant solitude,
and effervescent company.
of hearty laughter ,
and heart-rending tears.
of moral duties,
and wanton desires.
of deep devotion ,
and unshakeable faith.
of unfathomed love,
and complete surrender.
I falter and stumble
and tired I rest,
only to rise
and wander again….
to search paradise!!!
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the richest of all?
Oh, it is them,
who enjoy in their scarcity,
who share in their poverty!
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the happiest of all?
Oh, it is them,
who brave all calamity,
and laugh in adversity!
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the most content of all?
Oh, it is them,
who work hard with integrity
and believe in almighty!
O! mirror, mirror,
what about me?
Dear, oh! dear
Don’t you understand,
You are the blessed of them all!
‘coz you have nothing to fear,
or mourn the loss of a dear.
‘coz you are not tied,
with shackles of poverty,
or the blow of adversity!
But mirror, mirror
something’s amiss!
The mirror sighed,
then replied….
Oh, dear,dear..
But that is your doing!
For you yourself string,
a web of worry!
Have a little more faith..
Life would be bliss!!
Who am I?
No, not
A perfect daughter,
or a perfect sister,
neither a perfect wife,
nor a perfect mother.
And I am not,
a perfect friend either!!
But, I know every time
That my father,
knocks on my door,
an extension of his
….that I am.
That my mother,
hugs and smiles,
apple of her eye
….that I am.
That my sister,
is annoyed,
her closest ally
….that I am.
That my husband,
pours his heart out,
an easy companion
….that I am.
That my daughter,
runs into my arms,
her immense faith
….that I am.
That a friend,
calls me up,
a patient listener
….that I am.
I am all of that,
yet the heart asks …
Who am I?
Shoma Abhyankar 