Silent Odyssey

By Damien Basumatary

She stays firm;

despite the storming thoughts within,

she lives in her glory.

She wouldn't turn,

neither dwell in her piercing agony:

she'd only tell her story.

She pleads me not to worry-

a strong woman, sour days she always bury.

The time that pass, yet she walks well,

with all the solid burden she carry.

Although, bad times drive her to fury,

still, warm smiles she'd wear, surely.

Only she knows,

pain made her heart so heavy:

the sorrow she felt plenty.

Her life without a soul-

She's left feeling worthless and empty.

She wanted to flee,

to the dark silent nights;

she ought to be lonely-

she wished to be set free.

Her feelings intense as a cold sea;

she dreamt of some glamour and glee.

She walked through atrocious cruelty;

she seldom felt sound and homely.

She is sorry for the errors

she committed unwittingly;

she's hurt critically.

She looks for the key

to lifeline and tranquility;

she's tired of living bitterly.

By Damien Basumatary