full of mistakes

finally, the birth of a son,
glory to those who have been seeking,
a visible truth,
an unacceptable stand,
the pain in my heart,
not just yours but mine too,
and this time, I looked at myself,

be an educated family,
be a well-known family,
corrupted are your thoughts,
pretentious are your displays,
concealed are your practices,
you aren’t any different,

clearly, not happy for you,
don’t want to be happy for you,
don’t even want to try to mend,
such deep is the ache,
such bitter is the expression,
such is the clarity,
no happiness within,
the thorn in my side,
not just yours but mine too,
and this time, I stood by my side,

the whispering connections,
the silent votes,
the trouble in building,
the troubles in being,
such is the pressure,
such is the torment,

fear, fear in my gut,
fear in breaking my knots,

fear of letting my son go,
fear of letting your son know,

feeling pity for your son,
feeling guilty for my son,
the anguish of mind,
not just yours but mine too,
and this time, I raised my voice,

the planning, the events,
the hatred, the absurd points,
the years of tolerance,
not with peace of mind,
but with peace of mind,
I chose the time,

and here I stand,
not ready to face,
but to fight,
to carry the guilt,
with a touch of freedom within,
freedom from suffocation,
freedom from the end,
way ahead from the crawlers crawling within,

hoping for a change,
a change in the perspective,
a change in the considerations,

not with ease,
but with time,
I grow,
with the process,
with progress,

and here I stand,
not alone yet alone,
for the change,
with hundreds of invisible hands.

– Jul 6, 2021