I am alone at home, I hear a slight tinkle, I am near the phone, but no, there is no call. I see neighbours, they look and pass me by, They do not greet or talk, can’t they see pain in me? My relatives keep away, Are they afraid this unwell widow Will latch on to them?
Whatever it may be, Eureka! I have found it, the truth, the freedom – That ultimately and genuinely It is only you who can stand for yourself And the presence above that gives synergy, Not the phone calls, nor the mystery people it’s not also about being rough.
The truth gradually knocks into me Life, real awareness, locks up in me I rise and stand up, I don’t look here and there And slowly I am budding And turning towards the sun And I know no one can stop me From being aware, from growing From wherever I am going No one can stop me – not a soul I’ve stopped the yearning business, I do myself a favour and stand up for myself I do things, my muscles are strong I am somebody. – Sunaina A.