To be unrestrained and happy,
the only reverie I contemplated about.
For those who would never come by,
are the only prized memories now.
Every time fate crushed me,
I held on and bled.
Every time I tried to listen,
leaden silence deafened me.
Every time I longed for rainbows,
a deluge of tears filled my soul.
Barricade of orphanage culled me.
Empty stomach reigned my nights,
scorns and mocking looks,
bore deep into my heart.
Hope was all that I had,
offering courage to hang on.
Like a lonely dancer on stage,
to play my distressing part,
oblivious of the rolled down curtains,
in this theatre of my soul.
With no chance to fly,
an unfortunate chrysalis I am,
metamorphosis giving new life.
To one and all I say,
pause and don’t shut your heart,
to a little girl and
listen to the silence of her soul,
asking for nothing more than a chance.
@Chitra Arun, May 2022
Copyright © Chitra Arun | Year Posted 2022
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