AM I NOBODY? Sipra Roy LINES >40
When I came to New York as visitor mom,
First time I heard of Emily Dickinson,
As I visited Morgan Museum, where
Her Birthday was going celebrated by the Museum.
I noticed at the main entrance,” Who are You?”
Written in giant letters, welcoming the visitors !
Though I was ignorant of the fact that it was excerpt
From her verse, I was little confused but greatly hooked.
Inside the hall lots of excerpts from poems and poet’s portrait
Were for display on the wall; my daughter took me upstairs
I noticed there a ‘poetry workshop’ led by an Interne of Harvard
My daughter registered my name sensing my interest.
I enjoyed the class that sparked me to add some thought;
“Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then let us paired.”
……….How nice to be self-banished
Under the shadow of Nobody!
The truth is that I crave to be somebody.
Like everybody does on earth.
When the eternal ambition of humanity
Aims to shine as 'somebody' that remains unfulfilled
Then seek shelter under the umbrella of
Familiarity for comfort and self consolation.
‘ Of course grapes are sour, if it is beyond reach!’
To be somebody is dreary .
Why?
As to bear the bug of identity
Paired with the crisis that
Runs parallel;
Chased by social insects, name,
Fame ,glories: maladies of modern time!
Still achieving dream through these maladies
Is the 'paradox' of life !!
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