For will you tell them for me
I am painting my misery on the white walls A little black here and there
But red is still merging them all While I watch people seethe
I felt the same
The more I could not breathe For I hated to make my kids wait And told my mother
I won't be late
But I have been carried so too far I don't know my way back
To fill this scar
For who is to tell my children 'Do not fear'
I am certain, ' I can't breathe' Is still what they hear
For some of them are very meek
I wish they know, what justice they seek But I demand, A change of heart
With black beauty for a start
I need this imposed identity to break For it is my life
Which is at stake!
I don't know from what sense of pain, I talk Just thought to go out for a walk
Had a few things Planned for days to come
And on every dream, I said There is such a life ahead!
I could never fathom an end so near For the Emancipation said
You are free my dear
But as I let my eyes close
I dare to dream of a black rose
That stands amidst the bunch of white And makes no difference to any sight.
Geetanjali Kaushal has been writing for many years. Her first ever published poem was “Seeking Liberty” in open page of ‘The Hindu’ in year 2012.The themes in her writings are human condition, the journey of hope, dominating social existence and the freedom of self-expression. She sees Art as a compassionate being who rescues us from time. She is currently active on an unpublished volume of poetry titled ‘Frequently Overwhelmed’. After completing her masters in English, she is now working in the area of emotional wellness.