The Mind of an Endurer!

Sometimes this old heart feels young,
With a thousand words waiting to burst out of it
They flutter like the feathers of a humming bird
Yearning to be free
Longing for air, looking for life
Like a mother giving birth,
Hesitating to bring her child to this harsh world,
I waver, I pause….to think
Will my bird survive?
Will my bird be loved?
Will my bird fly?

Sometimes I smell the storms again,
The poet in me breathes once more
With each breath I see the Cadamba
In what used to be my backyard
Its aroma fleeting away as hurriedly as life itself
And it waits for no one.

Oh how I wish to be taken away by that sweet scent
How I wish the veil of my lineage would lift off of me
And let me go to the place
Where the winds carry me
Let me go to the place
Where the rain touches me
And let me stay there
Forever!

Why clip the wings of a bird that just learned to fly?
That which binds the mind,
Can never soar & cannot see another rise
Sometimes this old heart,
Just wants to fly
Who are you to deny?