MY BARK
Why this punishment I got
You made my soul sing
But never could my voice echo
the bells within me chiming
My every cell hums
Plays all the instruments within
to perfection
Catches all the wrong scales and taals*
And the gaps for breaths that stalls
the flow and rhythm
A singer within
and a sad pauper
without
You could have taken my bitter tongue
And given me the voice
Still I am grateful
for the little part
Which is following you
like a pet dog
Behind your every step, I am
And this will surely take me
to the doorstep
of your home.
Maybe the wailing
in my bark
will be heard there
for ever.
©sunita grover raina2022
India
06/03/22
Photo credit to the owner
Taals—musical meter
