Sunday 30 May 2021

What the meek inherit



 


Well, you’ve made your bed and you’ve lain on it,

now it’s time to rise, throw off the sheets

and forge a new mattress from these hardships

even if that means you’re out in the streets

in the night. Look up, there’s a skyful of stars

for you still, a full moon - there’s room to breathe,

there’s space to become who you really are.

Some future planet may be for the meek

but this earth isn’t. And a true princess

will not put up with a pebble nor a pea,

a bedframe of arbitrary injustice,

headboards of unkindness and discourtesy.

Throw off those covers, step out - the world’s broad,

there’s fairness round the corner, down the road.





For all my sisters who've suffered unspeakable injustices due to/during the pandemic. 






22 comments:

  1. I hope with every fibre of my being that your poem is prophetic and that fairness is not snatched away. Again.

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    1. Every voice raised is one step closer. Long way to go but we'll get there someday.

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  2. Hari OM
    Indeed, at any time. A poem that forms a prayer! YAM xx

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  3. Beautiful! I feel, even if the world isn't fair, stepping out to explore, navigate and conquer is far better than dealing with the injustices and toxicity and settling for it.

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    1. Agree, better to be out in world alone than be cooped up with injustice and unkind company.

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  4. I love the poem. I'm glad I found your blog, thanks to Ramblin' with AM.

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  5. The world is fair, it's people who aren't and I have no hope they (as a group) will be.

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    1. I live in hope. Someday, Kristin...
      But even an individual redressal, a small stand, one among million - is building towards a fairer world and is a triumph for justice.

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  6. Hi Nila - wonderful poem expressing there is more there - beyond our now, however awful 'our now' is or has been. We all have hope within us ... I would hope that all peoples can give of their best ... and encouraging others spreads the word ...
    Your poem is beautiful ... the meek do inherit and hold for others ... stay safe and with thoughts for all sisters in this world - Hilary

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    1. Hope is what keeps me and many others going. Stay safe and well, Hilary.

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  7. Very challenging as always, Nila. "The meek shall inherit the earth" - not so much. But as you say, at least there is parts of the earth open to all. Not that I'd want to move around outside in India at the moment. Let's pray that the pandemic slows down while there is yet life. So heart-wrenching to see the suffering on the news every night. Horror after horror. A great wave of it!

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    1. Thankfully the numbers are trending down in my home state and the local government has done a better job of managing the pandemic than the central one. Fingers crossed!

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  8. Always some hope, if we all could rise up and say something, help someone, just make that one gesture. Excellent poem

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    1. Yes indeed, 'little drops of water...' Hope is breath, impossible to live without it. Thanks, Joanne.

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  9. That was a beautiful poem. I tweeted it out. May it come true one day.

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    1. Amen. Thank you, Alana. Glad you liked it.

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  10. Your poem is comforting, Nila. I agree it is best to break away from that which shackles us in meekness and to take charge of life where we can. I pray you are doing well.

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    1. Thank you, Gail. I'm doing okay considering the circs. Much to be thankful for. Glad you liked the poem.

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