Change

Like a tsunami from the ocean I want to churn everything, inside out But rue the fact that, Like a bubble in the air Have to be content with only Being fidgety inside myself. When the rocks try to stop The natural flow of river, downwards Even the transparent water, gets bloodied, Breaking its head on the rocks, I can feel its squirming and quibbling But can remain only a mute spectator. Whenever I feel oppressed, in any form My heart seethes and fumes My blood Inside tends to boil over Only to become cold again, why? Perhaps it is not in my nature to retaliate, Then, am I condemned remaining wounded, perpetually? Unable to do much about oppressive relations, I pine away with my grief Only wishing I could also free myself And others of the oppression and the pain it inflicts And enjoy the happiness and freedom endowed by nature, in relations. But looking at nature’s infinite vastness, where Despite tight bonding and discipline in every bit All relationships out there enjoy Innate freedom, harmony and fairness Then Wounds inflicted by the experience of oppression, Fill me with jealousy and pain even harder and deeper. Hope is life, maybe quite dreamlike The change, which would destroy the current forms of oppressions and build relationships, free and fair, anew seems to be a far cry, as of now. the volcanoes are also destined to remain dormant inside, for centuries, before they erupt. Self Translation of my Hindi poem 'Parivartan'