I can’t lead a private life
The wind on this street knows me
It breathes down my neck round the clock
Tip-taps my shoulder and squeals
If I wore the veil today
And disappeared for a while
Swished with worry, would ask around
From every hay, plant and tree
If I moved to distant land
Folded my life around me
Built high wall to conceal myself
The wind would still unfurl me
Its lonely life for known man
His freedom killed and bleeds
Can’t walk with birds like a free man
Or even enjoy some breeze.
Living in an Unsafe World
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No, Don’t wish me ‘Happy New Year’ I am not in mood. There is nothing to
celebrate. You tell me to move on, things are not going to change.
How can I...
bless you,
ReplyDeleteunique view on life.
A++
so touching, powerful. deep. loved it.
ReplyDeletewonderful write! Here's to thinking of ourselves less -- not thinking less of ourselves :)
ReplyDeleteI like this especially, "the wind on this street knows me" and also how you ended it.
ReplyDeleteGood Potluck entry.
Thank you all so much :))
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking to poets rally.
ReplyDeleteyou rock.
Great poem. I identify with the sentiments, as I often find myself wanting to escape from a life where I'm known, but always end up realizing that "the wind would still unfurl me", no matter how many times I start over. I love how you captured that.
ReplyDeleteWow, terrific write.
ReplyDeleteMany allusions in this writing - well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :))
ReplyDeleteThanks for the images, thoughts, skill.
ReplyDelete"Built high wall to conceal myself
ReplyDeleteThe wind would still unfurl me"
Beautiful, touching and wonderfully wrought, thank you!