Walk on your own feet, if you can

 
I am not a person of luxury,
I need no such life.
I need only a hand, a hand that
I can hold tight and live by.


I have never asked for abundance.
I have only sought a piece of sky,
a sliver of moon to my heart's liking,
such a person I could call friend,
to whom I could speak all my words and find relief.


Sitting down to eat, I never made excuses.
I won't eat this, I won't eat that...never was I so.
I have no such demands either. I only
wanted to fly a little in my private sky with my beloved.


I have imprisoned myself within a wall.
This is the wall of my own freedom.
I am not alone, I am with myself.
I am well enough with myself.
I have no desires, so
there is nothing to give me.
I have only sought a companion,
who would give me, nothing more, a little peace.


Those for whom I built a home, today
they have snatched away my home, wounded me.
They have left me battered and bloodied.
The one who never truly had me
wanted to smear my body with stains of shame,
chased after me to strike me with more blows.


How do you call yourselves human?
How long will you escape after striking such blows?
How long will you stab from behind in the guise of saints?
What kind of warriors are you, tell me? Die in such hiding!


The filth of your minds is painted on your faces!
Don't you understand even that, how deep in darkness you dwell?
The rotting stench of your hearts has filled the city!
Your brains still babble in delirium,
how much of that delirium can your jaws contain?


My tiny sliver of sky!
Sometimes sunlight plays there,
sometimes rain falls.
Under my roof, look and see,
there is no earth, only water.


What you want, I know it all.
The sky you could never touch,
you want that very sky to come rolling to your feet!


What foolishness is this, tell me...or is it arrogance!
Standing beneath that sky
you call to its clouds, begging for a drop of rain,
then scold them! Tell me, what fault lies with the clouds?


I too had such a life,
a life I lived by enduring!
In hard times, reaching out, I found nothing!
Only I know how
the mornings wept seeing the hideous nights!


Every time you came to my door,
you took your due each time, claiming rightful demands,
all that was right and wrong on both sides, all of it mine alone!
But when someone came with outstretched hand, tell me, where was that right then?


You who wound me with such fierce blows,
when need arises, you yourself come and touch my feet,
why is this so? If you can, then build yourself,
walk on your own feet, let me see how well you fare!