
Leave me –
If you so wish.
I shall move on
Even as the tide
That sweeps aside
Debris of painful memories.
I shall move on
Swift as the wind
That echoes my name –
No mountains shall deter me
No desert too scorching.
Oh, you –
You think your callousness
Will curb my heels
And subdue my gait –
Not me!
I shall grow new wings
For those that you slash –
I shall rise above your horizons
And soar towards
The undying Sun.
Leave me –
I shall reach my abode
Alone.
Vanita Shukla Hork, 1985
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