What am I? What position do I hold in this vast
creation?
The answer is singularly negative- a person of no distinction.
Yet years of faceless living has not exhausted my soul
Because of an unexpected ally-that transcends boundaries and makes it
soar.
Yes- the words have become my companion
I am not a non-entity any more
They have given me limitless freedom
I feel equal to kings and more.
Words are like sandbags-
They give me chance to vent my feelings
But like clay - they retain impressions
When finally out of reverie-I find poetry staring.
Words are like best friends
It is easy to share emotions with them
Without any embarrassment,
With indulgence.
Words are like some powerful tool
Equipped with them I feel master of the world
I play and poke with persistence
Armed with poetic license.
Words sometimes show a mind of own
They come from my pen-but fight a battle of own.
There are times when I have seen them defy my hold.
The emerging symmetry something startlingly new and bold.
I bow then to the power of muse
Which brings hope, joy and fulfillment
Even I -an humble being is enthused
To take up issues and fulfill commitments.
~ Jayanti Sinha ~
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