Faithful to the day,
I will not put up any alibi of night.
I was punished to be liberated !
Standing unarmed, uncovered in wilderness
of times.
Still floundering, this was my choice,
my selection,
to walk alone in crowd.
I do not want any god to shut me up.
I will pick up the thorns on my own.
I will cross my own path,
and I will design my own end.
Malice and spleen of them again light the lamps in dark.
Now I can see clearly.
Chart out my course,
and sail on the rough seas.
SATISH VERMA
