Promise (2003)
What to say, what to write, mere words have I
Amalgamations of some syllables, just sounds in ink
These alone my repertoire; how can I
Endeavour to spell the raging flames I think..?
Chaos, pandemonium, utter confusion reigns
In the mind, as on the battlefield
Thoughts hurtle through and can't be tamed
I want to fight myself and not to yield.
I want to stand my ground, to assert myself
Not bend like the grass with each slight touch of breeze
I want to be myself, not some mere toy
which time, at its own fancy, may choose to tease.
To stand the breath of fire and not to shirk
From stepping on with courage, where I must
To meet the world headlong, not let Time smirk
At my defeats; nor let cracks in my crust.
All this, and more I seek
All this of myself, I ask
When the going gets tough, I want
To hide behind no mask.
If raging storms threaten me today
Pay heed, I shall not fear
But, trusting God, shall march ahead
Radiating cheer!
Copyright © Abitha Seshadri | Year Posted 2010
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