I Seek to Escape

 I seek to escape,

The dearth to sail,

Neither being a scavenger,

Not setting about a trail…

 

I seek to escape,

Not as a lion from his pride,

Or a servant from his master,

Never, shall I present my cowardice,

To bargain for a stride…

 

I seek to escape,

The over-comprehended poem of discipline and life,

The unfinished symphony of work and glory,

To master sorrow and relish the struggle’s strife.

 

I shall carry this escapade,

When the sunflowers blossom,

Till them I shall stand by,

And succumb to this symphony.

 

Alas! The sunflowers shall never blossom!

I seek to escape, and this shall forever lie…

- Krisha Shastri