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Take Me Home Please

Take Me Home Please

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The mantle was thrust upon her over two and a half decades ago

The lone warrior battling an army of skilled hypocrites

Her first cry of retribution as she announced her arrival on this earth

On a sultry summer afternoon in May

Had undoubtedly proven that a braveheart had been born

But if it was an apocalyptic moment for "humanity", 

For her, it was nothing short of a burden, a curse

Because she didn't want that medal of "bravery" to be slung over her tiny shoulders


And yet for all these years, she had kept up the struggle against all odds

Firmly believing that one day, the sun would rise over a happier planet

And she battled on, her fists tightly clenched, 

Scars on her wrists glinting bright as silent talismans of a story yet untold

But then time - it kills you, as it drags you through the stormy seas

As you thrive on nothing but a war of words

Or rather words hurled at you,

As you gradually turn into a sponge for absorbing anything, everything...


Now she too was tired

Tasting dust and blood on her lips

As she rose again for the umpteenth time,

Her eyes now devoid of those big dreams

That once spoke volumes in their luminous sparkle

Her throat so dry that not a sound could escape her lips,

She looked upwards, beseeching the heavens for help

"Take me home please", a silent prayer...

Wishing she could run into the secure hug of Daddy's arms

And the cosy warmth of Mommy's lap

But then, the truth hit her yet again - harder this time

That this was her battle, her's alone

And it had been long since that door to return to Mommy, Daddy and Bunny was closed...


And so she continued the fight, through bruised bleeding feet and broken bones

Never letting out a sigh, nor a wince or a gasp

For she knew, her one ounce of weakness would mean a milestone for the enemy

She - the modern Abhimanyu caught in the "chakravyuh" of ego, pride and ruthless violence...


Sometimes she wished someone could come and drag her away from the battle fray

Look deep into her big brown eyes,

Wipe away her tears

And tell her, "Let's go home"...


But then, deep down she knew

Home had always been a mere illusion

And the only way to reach that eternal home

Was through this very battle,

Through her own sanguine trails

Whether she lived to see the end of it

Or perished fighting valiantly,

Either way, Home was where she was

Now

And ultimately where they would scatter her ashes...


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