Another day

A sad song on his lips as he rowed his boat

sailing away from the shore,

a struggle within not to look back

towards a dim shadow closing the door.

Braving the cold winds in his thin coat

He gazed the abyss that lay,

Sore vessel grappling to stay afloat,

from the stalwart ground he sailed away. 

He lost his way, I heard them say, 

wrecked where he did not belong,

but he sailed away to another day.

found a new shore, a new song.

Trapped

What follows is inspired by a work of a close friend. 

Shloke Lal, thanks for asking me to write on this subject.

Sadness weaves the threads of this tale

When she opens her eyes fragile and pale,

Mourning fills the air there’s no joy

Oh why, why is she not a boy?

He cursed the fate for its tragic plan

He is not yet a father, he is just a man,

A man whose name will fade away

What sadness befell on this day!

As dreams are dashed, frayed and torn

He prays to god she was never born,

Blind to the tears of her mother who cries

Afraid of his wrath, guilt in her eyes.

He looks in her eyes with lingering sorrow

Afraid of what lies ahead in tomorrow?

A ray of hope is the birth of a son

What bliss at last he is blessed with one.

In his father’s warmth the son is wrapped,

The girl is shackled, forever trapped.