'lines From the Heart'

There are certain things which one could never express Like the cold shiver running through your veins life’s like a dream, you can never guess - what’s gonna happen next; don’t expect me to be your little miss sunshine, - I’m nothing but an ugly plain jane. a wandering singer among the swampy bushes in a Crusoe’s Island, standing on the cliff like Shikhandi in penance. You may not appreciate my deeds which I do or pay any of attention to my words, you call me as an untamed animal of the woods. From no where I hear my mother crying aloud ‘get down this instant, you clumsy fool’ – thoughts died out in the air. I overheard my old man whispering, “futile being … no man would want to marry a crippled girl.” What is the line that divides the sane and the insane? How far is the paradise? How many steps to climb? Time grips over the soul and rips it apart! There are certain things that make you a dreamer, While the others make you grapple in the dust. I am an old Jew, for Christ’s sake redeem me.