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