Desert-lands of remorse

If desert-lands of remorse can be crossed ahead, enough, Cage deemed as open sky, if my wings can be spread, enough. Yon, when the winking sky is found willing to welcome me, If just half-closed window can be all-ajar made, enough. To set foot-tracks on hills, for long remaining a pipe dream, If just its tracks drawn on a map can I well tread, enough. Rather than getting clogged on polluted past memories, If with the breath of caprice my lungs can be fed, enough. Not so fair to foul destiny’s fame, though found notorious, If summons be sent to the ill choices I made, enough. Who’s appellant and advocate? Who’s witness and the judge? When curtains raised, if I can prove my acting grade, enough. Impressing sky if I can just get my wings spread, enough, Leaving hind all regrets if I can walk ahead, enough. ________________________________________ Ghazal |14.03.2025 | Note: Inspired, a Gujarati poem by Dr Neelee Desai, no translation: