Did I hear you say: Forgive?: A poem 

I think I am something insignificantly small 

But there is no measure for the way I stand tall 

I have not harbinged, but crusaded, and couldn’t care, 

if today’s occluded sky bares its knuckles at me. 

I am not even upset by the rooftops’ looking sore 

The blocks look like they have turned around 

to stop me from my age-old rhythms, in displeasure 

But I am not intimidated, I am, in my aloneness, a galleon 

On this wintry summer’s day, even life makes no sound 

And I can even hush the wind, if it turns into a frown 

I don’t fancy trapezing for villains, I must let you all know 

Your collective wrath doesn’t impose a shadow on my door! 

Yet, I am spinning around like the gigantic sun 

startled by my speed and amazed by my shine 

And I have not cartwheeled nor have I flopped 

I am letting loose a little carefree waft 

This conflicting charm of not knowing what befits 

the serendipity of a circumstance of being unsure 

between having work cut out for me, and feeling lack of duty 

An onus has taken me thus far; ask yourselves if you have any gratitude? 

The ends have not met; have they been ripped apart? 

Would I care anymore? Is it always my expense for my own art? 

I won’t beg, though, out of exhaustion through the suffering 

I won’t go down on my knees to get your validation 

Did I hear you ask me to forgive and forget? 

I know the answer is a sardonic NO! You bet! 

You can keep stirring the streets to abuse poor me 

I know I’m weatherworn; I did it all for free! Should I never be free? 

even if I refuse to grant them my mercy!