Trial

At the end of the day, as I look up, what do I see?

I rise above the world, huge, mighty and divine

I look at me and ask – “Are you guilty?”

“If you are, plead guilty and you shall be absolved!”

The petite me, answers: “Yes I am”, with my head held high

Not for keeping my mind above fear,

And letting it traverse, think and reason

Above sermons and ‘moral’ dictates;

Not for deviating from the set-standard- roles

Womanhood played throughout!

The voice resonates: Then WHY?

My voice, now with head lowered:

For the hurt I caused

To all

Never by will

But by deed, I plead guilty though.

At my parents when I yelled back,

Why was I so inconsiderate at their old age

If not for the bequest !

To those who loved me

At some point or the other

I did brush them aside,

To my convenience,

In making way for my free will to dwell;

My heart to reach out to dreams!

To those whom I hurt with my pride

And with my blunt sense of humour

At my rejoice, for whom I brought tears;

But I know I was hurt too,

Anytime I pained anyone,

Big or small,

Significant or trivial.

I stand belittled!

If only my apology at this end helps,

If I can spread a caressing breeze,

On the bruised hearts,

I stand content.

Absolved or not !