Of what you possess,
That haunts you
When you ought to assess~
Who you are.
I was perplexed when asked,
"Who are you?"
When I said "nobody",
It didn't seem to suffice
Their faces in dark disappointment,
Rebuilt instantaneously quiet;
It struck me upon revealing myself,
I have to pay a price.
I mimicked the caterpillar on the leaf,
Consuming what I found,
I enclosed myself in the quest of relief
The tragedy being- I knew
I could never turn into a butterfly...
Anyway, I cocooned myself,
Did I have a choice?
An abrupt whisper filled the hall,
The have lot more to say, I thought
Whispers modified to echoes in my mind,
My pulse rapidly increased, pacing ahead of time
To get away, I looked around for an aperture,
Alas when I found none, I glanced at them
In terror!
Sharp breathing, blurred vision
Palpitating, I caught my head in my hands!
Shut my eyes with such might
That even the brightness of heaven
Would fail to unfold them.
Heat filled up my cocoon,
The echoes of their demands
Vibrated- moved its walls!
Lo! I heard a crisp melody,
A crack- and another,
A-and another crack!
I didn't feel my weight,
Was I floating?
I hesitantly opened my eyes.
I was flying! I am flying!
I heard something-
Some voices in the distance...
I chose not to be bothered,
After all I am a nobody
Who can fly...!
~ Kripa Sarkar
PS: I wrote this poem on March-12-2023 for my school's poetry slam competition. I wrote this poem in the trial of expressing my views on how it is perfectly alright to be a nobody, because that's what we truly are ( you'll know if you closely look at yourself). The question " Who are you" still perplexes me- but now I have a confident answer- A nobody
You found your wings. Beautiful!
ReplyDelete:) It's a blessing I found you! You truly are a humble and lovely friend
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