whence shall I be freed from the bondage of destiny
in blind clutches,
tied securely with strings
Breathlessly the body sinks,
ageing with the duties endlessly…
the cluster of orchids drooped
whilst I was busy in the chores of world
not once I got to touch the
enchanteur
failed the effort…
nothing earned…
why does the lonely nightingale then sing
song of solitude in melancholy
there’s a melody in her voice
inside the four walls
she sings and dies. photocredit: king.portlandschools.org
soumyav 
Very strong ending. Tragic, but real. Tale of so many women of our times, unfortunately, who are imprisoned- voluntarily as well as involuntarily.
Absolutely Tatsat ! You held the right chord! And yes , good to see you here after soooo long! 🙂
Apologies for the absence Soumya. Overload, is the word that describes the current state of affairs. But ofcourse, that means I have to manage better..
I wish I could respond to you in poems. I can write a lot, but not poems… This gift that you have.. I am jealous.
No apologies here!! 🙂 And yes, you can still write as much as you want… seems the current affairs are something newly turned into now!
profound thought.. loved the expressions.
Thank you so much Payal for being here and for the kind words
The bondage that fetters our growth told in a powerful manner.
Thank you Vishal
Poignant! 🙂
– Rahul
OO! 🙂 So after long time seeing you here! Thanks Rahul