Wide open into the arena
She leapt like a tigress
Her claws firm into the ground
The sand moved, shook the earth beneath!
Her frightful eyes flickered
As her arms trembled under
The torso of her dry image!
The drop of blood from her lips
Traced in the sand, making signs,
As her exhausted tongue rubbed
Those few thickening spots…
The crowd waited for the dawn to break
After the long chained nights;
Her torso, still moved to and fro
As her eyes glistened in the frightful night!
“Ominous” some cried, while others called it “fury”!
The mothers held their child, and men caught their arms…
As she stood trembling,
Her claws still holding the ground!
She sniffed; she scuttled to pick a loaf of bread,
Chained and hungry, yet her arms never begged!
She lived in the glory, and battled each might,
Her tears no longer flew, as she wears her flight!
To freedom, to laughter, to boundless grace,
Her dry image relishes the final taste.
She savours the sweetness of the Divine Grace…
Rajdeep Pathak
August 27, 2011
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