heya guys...this poem very close to ma heart... i believe it has been my situation whenever i have supported the truth...but still i follow those footprints of honesty... do read the poem n comment...ur friend....Haritha Singh
There were days when I sensed the threat,
I felt as if I was in grievous depth.
Every time I splintered and descended,
Slept on the bed of unconsciousness,
Thoroughly I died as if I never existed,
And nor my eyes noticed the spirit of placidness.
Daunted was I with those haunting and intolerable shouts,
And all the colourful lines ceased into dark spots.
Swollen heart was in my unavailing body,
And my pulses always tuned songs shadowy.
Tortured were my thoughts,
Could hear only those undesirable mourns,
Could see all pair of eyes in doubt,
Was caught in a dark narrow alley showing no dawn.
It was very rare to feel such things,
But still unable was I to handle those poking instincts.
The lane on which I travelled,
Had many other lanes adjacent.
Several friends of mine travelled on those lanes,
Many following each other in the past, future and present.
But when I switched on my flickering lights of consciousness,
I observed just one person in front.
Running towards him I put forth my question in avidness,
“Friend, why am I feeling so exhausted, about me.. Why people are ignorant?”
Smiling he answered “dear, you are travelling on the path of truth”
I was surprised with his answer.
Again I questioned him rubbing my eyes with eager,” who are you?”
“I am the person who is followed by few,
Dear! I am honesty- your preacher “
I turned back and saw no one,
Hugging him tight, I fell deep in my soul own.
Whenever I followed his footprints,
I realized the pain pf putting my words in print.
But still I am happy once I cross those lanes,
As honesty holds my hands when I feel lame.
Whenever I follow his footprints,
I feel the strength of being alone…
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HARITHA SINGH
THE 'PHOOLJADDI'
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