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Iluminado

Nov 12, 2022
2 min read

By Manushree Mishra



(1)

I went to mother Earth,

Cried in front of her.

I cried day and night,

"Take me inside you again,

I do not like this plain,

This plain doesn’t like me,

Make yourself my destiny”


Mother Earth saw me crying atoned,

She smiled like a goddess and turned.


(2)

Restless I walked,

Reached a pond,

I told the pond,

'I have a pond',

And offered my heart.


'Pond was busy with his music',

He was happy and he showed it,

He jumped up high!


(3)

I ran behind him,

He is now she,

She was now breezing,

I asked the windy,

"Turn me into a dead brill"

She denied saying,

"You aren't my kill".



(4)

I sat their howling,

Got a kick and was rolling,

Arrived at a jungle,

It was burning unbeatable.


"Hey fiery" I greeted like a perky friend,

"Please make ‘this’ my very end,

You are the nucleus,

Of this damn universe,

(Burn me to the ash; in creation of something fresh)".





Fiery was furious and wasn't at all curious.

It burned the whole forest,

And I remained untouched,

The only poor tourist.



(5)

I looked above distressed,

'I want that final rest'.

I went to east, I went to west,

In search of 'love' - my 'dearest' rest.

I cried and cried and cried,

I tried and tried and tried,

To know the way to pass this world!


(6)

I sat there by; under a tree,

My feet were flapping into the sea,

I was-

Breathing the Sun,

And eating the breeze.


Soon


Tree was my pillow and

Earth became my bed.

I heard a voice,

"Neither you’re alive nor you're dead,

You're in the past and the future fret.”


Look at that bird in the sky!

Really!

Do you have anything real to cry?


I realised,

That is the voice from within,

"Come on, you aren't that thin"

Felt the rhythm on my cheek,

"This is the time and the peak"


"Wakeup”


By Manushree Mishra





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