Where I Stand

November 5, 2015

Where I Stand

The tree of Knowledge

Had my name carved in it's side

From the first day I was born;

Before I could decide.

The great willow's coils

Entwined and snared my dry mind

And preached my 'American' name,

My aspiring height

Defying gods and science.

But I see Shiva through my eyes.

I have become death

In the willow's slow progress,

Setting my hopes ablaze and

My memories alight, the final revenge

Of my grandfather's dream and

My dead father's might-

The tree of life

Owns the homeward strands

Somewhere within my weary limbs,

Too young to grow

And already forced to feel

Anything

Except hopelessly alone...

It was never me who chose

In absence of a mother

To know and never grow

Towards Brahma,

I never got to take cover below

The grove of a lover's tracks

Back

To my homelands,

In my dreams,

Where I stand.

I was pulled from that world

Long ago

By latex hands.

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