The Wanderer
I am fearless
coz I have abandoned the sense of being,
Wandering around aimlessly;
Coz the coldness is what I am addicted to
and a home is what in my 7 years of age ;I haven’t seen.
I pass by the warm hugs and thread like promises,
I see there affection ,
a mere reflection of sympathy.
I maintain the space saying,
`My burning Mom had still more
love to shower on Me,
Before He `her husband` striked his thunder
and led her flee;
So Please do not come Near
Her fire is still alive in Me.
I tell People To,
Stop just watching by,
the silence of the saints
on the victims cry.
For More doors to Open,
amidst the silent sufferings
I need to find a better way.
I learnt I am Fearless
Because I learnt to Sustain,
Power lacks dependence
Maybe that can hinder this suffering chain.
Copyright © Sonali Thakur | Year Posted 2019
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