My figure is eclipsed, by the shadow of some pain.
I am hidden somewhere, beneath the dense foliage,
Like a seed in the sand, waiting for the rain,
Like the drops in the clouds, waiting to get dissolved in the sea.

My figure is eclipsed, by the words of the world.
I am hidden out there, beneath the storm and the rain,
Like the blind bird that flies,
Like the tamed tiger that cries.

My figure is eclipsed, by the lies of the land.
I am very much alive, with careful watching eyes,
Like the eagle in the sky,
Like the mother with the child.

Bare like the Moon,
Unlike the world, that is doomed!
© Anjali Krishnan