My bangles always burst to laugh
As if the bells of a rainbow
But, it keen to give a tone
With mystic mellowing silence
My hair sways in the breeze
As if the flare of ecstasy
But it, conceal the feel,
Tight, to root as in the mud
My heart whoops on my hits
As if a tide to touch the sky
But my eyes and my smile
Screen the treat and keep conceal
My heart brim over my eyes
As if to flood the whole land-mass
But its vortex never seen runoff
But contain it as a pustule
My mind ablaze at that misuse
As if the weapon, the vajra
But while at time to use it right
I feel some have frozen my might
While alone I ask myself
Why is it? Why am I so?
But a silence spreads a sigh
To reply it with a strife
What is my guilt?
Why am I so?
I asked again n again
To arbitrate my deeds and trots
The reply did reverberate
To vibrate my deaf ears
But those words vitrified
My inner ears with its stroke
“Dear, you born as Lass”
But Dear!
I ask you…
Am I to be so? ? ?
Sandhya
Sandhya S.N
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/002-am-i-to-be-so/
