Hidden Sorrow - An Unfolded Agony Poem by Uma Pochampalli Goparaju

I know the wetness of your kiss that I tasted,
I could never forget it, still I recall three people
In white robes and eye glasses
Waiting when I arrived on that fateful day
I remember it my torturer,
Every thing that went with me,
I was in a delirium but my soul was wide awake
Watching everything and registering the details

O who does the little bird complain,
If it was Rama's arrow that hit her?
Rama tended its wounds and asked her,
Why she did not complain,
The bird replied, "Rama, I take your name
Anytime I am hurt, who will I complain?
If it's your arrow that struck me
The little bird left its life so happily
In His hands, such was the strength
Of the little bird, that it is remembered even today

Can not my plight be similar my Lord,
For the same reason as the bird?
You have resurrected me in this world
As an empty shell with nothing to hold on,
I suppose I would have been better if I were dead,
For now I lead my life in such painful
Memories of past and in shame, for being
Stubborn as I am, I have hurt myself
Many a time, not knowing the consequences...

When you are my inner strength,
How could you be so unkind to me?
I always wonder and need to ask.
I stare some times into the space and
Keep looking at the stars, or an empty blue sky
When the weather permits.
I find no answers to my queries,
And leave a sigh in vain.

I was kept in dark for too long
And came to realize the truth
Rather too late, still my mind thinks
You are my savior and I owe you
My one and only life, can you find anyone
More stupid than me, for
My mind refuses to think
Of anything but your thoughts.

Ages have passed between then and now,
You have understood my sorrow
And the worry in me, like a knight at arms
You are taking strides in correcting
What you had resurrected and caring
As the tension surmounts I seek refuge
Once again in your thoughts sprouting
So profusely I rather pray unconfused
Healing my wounds with your concern
Rising and turning from side to side
There is a long journey ahead from
Noon to midnight, from east to west...(To be continued