By Sherry Sethi
Lost in the barren land,
No hopes, no faith
No chance to cultivate.
The land seems endless and black
No one to cut the slack.
I look around hapless and despair,
But no one to listen to my prayers.
I feel droplet of water on my cheek,
Oh! not again, I cannot be weak and let my escape chances go bleak.
I look up to heaven to make a last prayer,
Only to realise that the droplet wasn’t a tear.
…It has started pouring now
As I walk into the rain to ease my pain,
Feeling the disdain for the story scribbled on my pages thus far.
All drenched my heart wrenched knowing,
I have to part away with the story along the way.
Though I knew it was bizarre.
As the rain stops and sun shines,
I restlessly open my myself to read what remains,
To my utter surprise,
I see words are gone, only scars remain.
As I get up on my feet and walk along with scars,
Under the brightness of the morning star.
Feeling the bliss that I have survived by far.
The scars tell a story that words can’t explain.
The pain has seeped in, and I have nothing more to complain.
As the acceptance has creeped in and endurance level outleaped.
I knew then that I am here to clean sweep every storm be it Inside, out deep.