Existence of me within myself
                            Feeling of me only in my heart
                            No One's there except whispering of wind
                             To me I'm little girl freely waddling in the shore
                            For some days I want to start from beginning
                             I want to fly behold the horizon of mountain
                             I be with the feather like  blowing in sky
                             To do the things which are prohibited

                             To feel the inner spiritual bondings

                             Can I be no more mother, wife ,daughter

                               Will there's space of my name

                               Why I've forgotten the chubby one

                               Wherever the dreams I entangled with?

                              For the earth it's fine to be full women

                             My friends and family show love in this

                              Devotion's there and expression's there

                              It's a feeling of touchy and commitments

                             But sometime I inclined to be me
                             To feel the beats of pulse myself
                             No happiness and sorrows to cover
                            Vacant space to run with adjustment
                           Only me to fulfil the rest and nothing
                           Running here and there on my own.

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ginga commented on Myself


jyothi, Such freedom in this poem of what makes up a human's world. I thoroughly enjoyed your descriptions and ponderousness. ginga

mariadapoesia commented on Myself


You must have a beautiful soul! Enjoyed your poem!




Rhymer commented on Myself


Life sometimes seems to tie us down, feels good to run free as we once did as a child. The need is prevalent in every one. 10



your comment's always thoughtful and encouraging.Thanks for reading.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

jyothi’s Poems (27)

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Mother 0
Deadly Disease 0
Just a lady 2
The Flying Mind 5
Alzheimer's one 3
Frighten to die 11
European World 5
Lost in wonder 5
Son 4
Meaningful Circumstances 1
Unknown destination 3
Sweet Home 3
Invincible Bonding 0
Alone 4
Humble Life 1
Destituted Child 1
Myself 3
Political Leaders 1
Sound of River 4
Daughter 1
Rama 4
Travelling 2
Me and My friend 2
Life's what? 2
Who could you be like that? 3
The Lovely Soul 2
Who does What? 4