Walking away one day from all that is mundane,
She stopped to soak in a moment of silence.
Looking at the glorious setting sun,
And letting the wind play with her long, dark hair,
She rested.
No thought did she let bother her
Nor worry about the next day,
As for the moment, she was her own,
Enjoying every breath she took
While the wind played with her long, dark hair.
(A tribute to womanhood)
No answer could I give
My little one,
When he pointed out with wonder
The moon running in the sky
Just like the car in which he was!
His wonder made me trust
The deep joy of childhood
Which I had thought was lost to me
For good.
Nothing is lost if there is joy
In heart, for
Joy pure proves there is love and faith in the soul.
My child is a sign of God being by my side,
And my fragmented life
Is once more whole.
Walking down memory lane one day
Since I know my days are numbers,
I asked myself if the balance sheet
Satisfied me.
No, it didn't give me contentment,
As we are trained to look only for joy
Forgetting to accept the fact that
Sorrow is a part of this life.
Today, as I am nearer the exit,
I understand that even the rude balance sheet does not matter.
Battle-weary was I, but am so no longer
As all battles are now over.
Standing quietly in the twilight,
After giving up all that is meant to go
Sooner or later,
I am waiting to embrace rest
Without the terror of battles anymore.
Call me an escapist, if you so wish;
But I am what I am, and my life and my death
Are my very own.
