A wounded bird
Abandoned and
Exiled.
He tried too hard-
They said.
Not knowing he
only wanted his
sole self freed.
He sinned and
paid the price,
They crowed
righteously.
Not knowing how
much their inner voices
protested-
Fools, don't you realize
he only tried to make you see!
A patch of shade
Thankfully graced
his self.
Weary, yet serene,
he looked up-
Still pleading.
A prayer, spontaneous
escaped his parched self.
Forgive them, dear Lord
For they know not what they do.
The utterance sealed his fate-
As the angry mob descended
in a dark cloud.
It was time.
He simply surrendered.
To live again a thousand times
In each heart, that pecked him
to oblivion.
25 August, 07
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ohh! So beautiful! its like a bitter truth given with sugary syrup really!
ReplyDeleteMeena, thank you for getting here so promptly too!
ReplyDeleteI am left speechless !!
ReplyDeleteWow! the rendation of a biblical event in such words is indeed praiseworthy! Really loved it-you mind if I copy it to show my Mom?
ReplyDeletePS:'sole self freed'-Shouldn't it be 'soul' here?
Oh!You wrote this way back!How? Why? That is what I want to ask most of all......and this speaks.. no! shouts about what a milestone 'they' passed...no..laid..
ReplyDeleteDid this pass your mind while you watched them?
Do tell....because this blew me away....more so because of 'August 07.....
Such is life !!!
ReplyDeleteoh! nicely written.. amazingly fresh feelings...
ReplyDeleteThis has to be one of my favorites, actually all of them end up to be favorites! A true thought put so simply! Beautiful. :)
ReplyDelete"To live again a thousand times
In each heart, that pecked him
to oblivion."
Lovely words there. :)
PS-I really do hope that one day I can write such beautiful poetry. :)
You know I don't know why you wrote this originally....but to me this represented all the african american dreams in today's context.....this spoke of centuries of burden....the lynchings came to mind........
ReplyDeleteIt speaks like so many of your creations!
But this more than any other ..:)
Beautifully worded ma'am..
ReplyDeleteI've been out of the blog planet for sometime now, Missed so many of your writes;This was really thirst quenching..
Thank You!
u continue to riase the bar with every passing day..another amazing work
ReplyDeleteFreeing the self is the spurpose of life...
ReplyDeleteInstead we try building relationships attaching the self to many worldly notions..
Good one, Usha
wishes,
devika
Had posted replies here, last evening, and coming to this now, I find that blogspot has gobbled it up.. :(
ReplyDeleteRini, thank you :)
Mithe, of course, you may share it with your mother :) Thanks for the kind words! And a pun intended on sole, to read as soul too.. :) Would that be a pun? Lol, I am not sure.. just a "hatke" usage, let's say :)
Hitch writer, Dhiren, thank you :) You are right!
Rahul, thank you too!
Tara, you write beautifully, and so naturally too :) Thanks for the kind words:)
Indyeah, thanks for the broad perspective you brought in.. well in a way it was general, but sort of a personal discovery too. But for you to have taken it where you have.. thanks so much!!
Bharath, good to see you here again :) Thank you!
Praveen, honoured by that! Thanks!
Devika, very very right! The mukti or moksha from life rarely is sought.. instead we find ourselves bound and bounden to the moh-maya :) Thanks for the good words!
i second praveen here!! itz gettin to be classier wi each post!! (if possible, that is!!)
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