A
non-existent dream shattered
I
acquired an aura, got a fragrance
As
I grew, danced my plait,
My
eyes glowed like agate.
I
became product in the bride market,
Competition among neighbors
And
giggling girls of my age.
He
would come, I’d mouthful of smiles.
Would weave an instant dream with cream,
Only
to find a ghastly gale devastating.
I
was pretty good, cultured and natured,
Got
some certificates of merits
But
no one reached till the wedlock.
Time
passed, I walked on the ramp,
Dreams shattered, dreams replaced,
Gradually, dreamy air betrayed.
No
dream was for me, nor a flick of smile.
Pressure of sisters was evident
And
I withdrew from the race, reconciled.
Desert in my heart spread, oasis disappeared,
Only
hot sand and thorny cactus of miles,
I
tried to smile with others.
Saw
the blossoming of dreams of my sisters,
As
they smiled with kids and hubbies.
Somehow began to live with blisters.
I
became forty four with so many sores,
More
than half of the life passed
Loneliness strolled, when I felt alone.
One
day, the crow cawed on our roof,
“Who comes my dear?” I asked.
Yes,
a gust of cool air brushed anon.
A
middle aged groom desired happily
To
make me his friend of loneliness.
After thinking, I said yes with gaiety.
Marketing done, relatives informed,
A
temple became a venue,
As
tent house paid and smiles scattered.
What
happened, god knows, it shattered.
The
air became hotter, as I singed.
Flowers wilted, my heart splintered.
What
was my fault, why dream shattered?
Why
the oasis vanished?
And
again I was after a mirage going farther.
Barren I was, that was better,
Why
gave me a candy of dreams,
When
it was not there to blossom?
God,
what do you want my Lord,
Why
you wanted me to stroll
Along the rosy path, oh dear?
Can’t you bless me death
Or
take me there
Where no wishes exist?
Sudam Panigrahi
He reads fiction,
writes short stories, poems and novel in leisure time. He has been writing off
and on as an amateur. He has signed a deal with a publisher for his debut novel
LOVE ACROSS BORDER.An anthology of poems entitled SPARKLES BEHIND CLOUDS is scheduled
to be published by Tylor Publishing,US.He thinks away from the mass. His religion is humanism he is a self taught
person, from a rural background.
1 comments:
I became product in the bride market,
Competition among neighbors
And giggling girls of my age.
its a fantastic poem of @sudam panigrahi ,like his others .deep meaning express by Simple words .A big hand for u .
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