You have to taste the food first
I said I am no cat
If I die who will look after my family
That put a stop to the sordid dictum
Which had taken the shape of an ageless convention
***
He said you should keep it under lock and key
The diary
With pencil entries
Some day you will find them erased
By the miscreants
The diary remained where it was
No miscreants ever touched
***
He said
You ask too many questions
There are some you should never raise
God knows where you will end up
Without a possible return
I still probe
Without any hope
Of getting a sane reply
My silence
They have not been able to buy
***
She said
Think over
One day you will be all alone
Without a soul to call your own
I do not till date resent
My decision
To be on my own
I enjoy what others have never done
Walking on broken glass
Barefoot
The boots lost in the storm
Steps bloody yet firm
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A powerful write.
ReplyDeleteThank you Deepakji
DeleteStrong words and a super finish...
ReplyDeleteThanks Rajani
DeleteYes, even when walking on broken glass, steps are firm when we make our own decisions.
ReplyDeleteVery true Penelope.
DeleteKeep writing in that diary. Boots or no, you go on!
ReplyDeleteI am encouraged by your words Colleen
DeleteI admire your courage reflected in every write
ReplyDeleteOn the contrary, there are times when I do feel vulnerable. Thanks Jossina.
DeleteI love this! Makes me want to utter rousing cheers. (I bet you could hear them from there.)
ReplyDeleteYes, I can hear it and it gives me a lot of strength.
DeleteThis is a poem of courage, of faith and steadfastness. The ending lines are perfect.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. You are very kind.
ReplyDeleteStrong, courageous writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much
DeleteA fascinating piece that keeps the reader intrigued from first word to last!!! Really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen
DeleteHmmm. Simply wonderful expressions !
ReplyDeleteMathur Sahab! 🙏🙏
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