VULNERABILITY - by Antima Baidya

English Poems:

 

I was certain,

I was drowning,

Into a black hole,

Made with the bricks of sorrows and loneliness,

In an interlocking pattern.

 

I stretched my arms for your help,

I clamored for your help thrice,

I remember.

You responded every time,

But were not willing to hold my hand,

And drag me out of that darkness,

May be it was your trick,

To let me learn to come out of it by myself,

But I was weak to take my weight.

 

You didn't perceive the struggle on my face,

You turned your back at me,

May be to burn up the ardor in me!

But as I said,

I was weak to take my weight.

 

You didn’t stretch your hand towards mine,

And I couldn’t reach to yours,

I fell down,

I got raptured,

I got disconnected to the world,

The pieces of me were shattered around,

You were still waiting for my accession,

But as I said I was too weak to take my weight,

Even of my pieces.