All that is born
must die
But this was
never born
It was a unity
of bondage
A relationship
so unequal
Every stone
he threw hurt
And the hole
grew bigger
All that is
left of me
Is a whole
And nothing is
left of me
But a hole
There is a
lifetime of hurt
A lifetime of
unhappiness
And no forgiveness
Only time will
heal these wounds
A master cannot
become an equal
A master cannot
be a friend
I hate not my master
I wish him no ill
Only free me
of him
Give him all
he wants
All that is born
must die
And that which
is dead
Cannot be
revived
There must
have been
Moments of peace
tranquility
Suckling a baby
A baby’s smile
Some hope
some happiness
A child’s
achievement
My pride in him
my pride in her
Some warmth
some joy
Some hope
a home
And I am
the mother.
To be a wife
a slave
But not
a beloved
Or an equal
was not
My heaven
anyone’s heaven
My heaven
A smile on
Jay’s lips
A song in
Sagun’s heart
Work well done
by Suneet
Raja’s joy
in his art
