623. Under The Tyranny Of Possessive Mother-In-Law Poem by Raman Savithiri

He calls me!
To be held in his warm gentle hand
With a longing heart when I stand.
There is an inevitable call from her!

He calls me!
I await a lonely moment to rest
My head on his wide caring chest.
But she never lets me alone near him!

Days and months roll on
Tears of separation too roll on
If my tender breasts are forbidden
To hug his broad handsome shoulders
If my lips are not lucky
From which my love could be served
If my elegant curves feminine
Not felt by his thirsty touches
Why this life futile?
Let me on the least hurl
Myself to his glance to wither away!

An urge to merge within triggers me!
I sit aside closing senses five
In my surging mind silence to thrive
But life for bread shatters my posture!

An urge to merge within triggers me!
With a twinging pain of separation
I shed tears to search Self beyond myself
But life with kith and kin hinders my quest!

To undress my name, fame and identities
To tear off my form of million contours
When I use gears and ways
Yoga, bhajan and satsang
If I succeed a little
Life for bread blocks a thousand times!
If this body of seven chakras
Is not used least to reach within,
To go beyond the physical means,
Why to hold this until old age? 3/12/13