Courtesy: Poets United




We all once lived

In the closed chamber

For months

Who showed us the escape way?


Courage like seedling sprouts

To break away

From the claustrophobic fear

Of dark decaying

Holding time’s hand

Once out in the open

There is plenty of sunshine,

Lungful of free air

I salute the mother

Threatened at gun point

Cast her vote

In favor of her candidate*

*A thirty something mother saw her three year old beaten with bamboo sticks by the goons who wanted her and her family not to go out to vote. Her whole family was severely beaten up by them including her.


I am absolutely brain dead watching TV these days. Her courage did inspire me to write these words.

Posted for Susan’s Midweek motif ~ Open / Openness @ Poets United