* She said- A Book is an open window *
An open window lits the room,
No matter however gloomy it was.
Letting in the ray of light-
Vanishing all the darkness within.
One may remain within confines;
Yet be exposed to the things happening..
A Book teaches of a subject,
Light- the existence of an object.
You stand next to one,
Watching the serenes:
You see the Sunrise; the mark of a Dawn,
A trail of the horse- cart, even when gone..
I now write- to create a Window..
Would take long; but, one- I will..!
It would no longer matter then-
That I am locked up in a cell..
For that window would be my floor;
Opening me out- as a Door.
It would let the passersby
discover me hidden deep inside!
The Window would then compete with the walls,
Standing Me strong- opposing them all.
I’d be set free of all the pain;
The humiliation, the anger, the disgust n the hurt..
Marking a beginning of a new life song-
One that I’ld sing with everyone along.
My Dear Mom, bless me again-
I’ve only started, the way’s far stretched.
I promise I won’t give up till I’m done;
I’ll adorn my victory- they’ll say “I have won..”
My Dear Mom,
This is what you often said when I was young- it’s your song I am singing here..
Since a last few days now, I have been wanting to Change My Destiny yet again! I now wonder, is this what you had always wanted to tell..? Did you know I’ll take to writing apparently..? Is this why you talked about a “Book” so often..? Did you want me to understand that My Writes will open me up from my captivity..? Liberating Me eventually?
This Post/Poem wins the The Perfect Poet Award for week- 31/October, 2010
Submitted for Magpie Tales