I thought it was only I
Who lie suffering embraced.
My room, closed windows didn’t reveal much.
I only could hear from the dark walls
my own dejected Voices.
Then someone opened my door
Pulled me outside.
My foggy lenses got wiped.
I saw suffering in different corners.
Some calling help,
So it was not only I!
But hope was unseen.
Thought this is Life’s way.
But I found her there;
I saw people ditching.
I found enough reasons for her to have a broken spine;
Yet she was standing straight, wisdom concealed.
I called her and asked to reveal
She showed a pair-wooden padukas fixed on her head
She said she was gathering grace.
Now I have opened all windows and doors;
my room is now much full and bright.
The daily circling of Sun creates dark spots, some dark corners here and there;
But I have chosen to live under those padukas;
I have chosen to live in light.