For long I have carried
Something on my back
It weighs a great deal
I can’t ever rest my back
Crushed under its gravity
I try to raise my head
But cumbersome as it is
End result is a spinal crack
Every time and every where
I must labor with it
No helping hands are put forward
Only cheers and claps
Why don’t I ever let it go?
Why don’t I put it down?
I ask myself this every day
While stumbling through my tracks
They were there yesterday
They shall be there tomorrow
Destined as my drudgery
Ubiquitous as my sorrows
Old tracks and familiar weights —
Perhaps I’m fond of them
Perhaps I’ve embraced too much
Perhaps I’m keeping them
I went one day to a mountain peak
I hauled that pile of stress
I closed my eyes and cried a bit
And sighed with every breath
No more could I keep it on
That anchor fast I hurled
Falling down, I saw it then
‘Twas nothing but the World
By: Tanzeela Anis
