The leftovers

I was in,
for years and years,
locked in a small soft pink body,
with time
as I was on a minimization,
another packet of air was on inflation,
they called it ‘the mind’,
with the body it chimed
and both happened
to enjoy their prime,
I use poke my nose every now and then
till I was held with both my arms,
was shut in a den,
with some time spent in sleep
and few frail shouts from deep,
I tried to yell and tried to shake their slumbers off,
but both slept hugging each other in accord
when all seasons seasoned, I was showed a way,
was dimmed in a slight,
there were only few sessions of light,
those had pumped me with a heavenly light,
The rucksack that carried me was now worn out,
The air bag leaked and deflated defeated,
had clung close to me, my skin, to hide,
Angels came in to take me home,
there they called it a heavenly abode,
my freedom into the surreal sky,
and the body that l had lived in
declared it a dark night,
On my flight, the mind
trailed behind,
after few light years, it lost its find,
on the way up to father’s home,
my Zion,
Light of mine was all,
not in kind,
before I said a final goodbye,
The cage as I had signed out,
it was neatly put on a pyre,
my left over symbols of exile
were in a silent fading,
meekly crushed skull and all
submitted to fire!!

19th Sep12 Sangeeta Suneja

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About Sangeeta Suneja

Sangeeta Suneja is a science graduate from Maharani College Jaipur, holds a Post Graduate Diploma in Sales and Marketing from YMCA Institute of Management studies, MBA She has been working with Air India for the past 26 years at New Delhi. She has written more than Seven hundred poetry pieces on her poetry blog. Her work has been published in many international anthologies, She is a motivational author at Featured poet at many online magazines like Angies Sangeeta Suneja also loves to paint, has her own illustrations and abstract paintings to complement her Poetry. She writes in Hindi, (Punjabi and Urdu in English script), and has also written a few short stories and flash fiction in English.

4 thoughts on “The leftovers

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” The leftovers ” , is a lively and effusive poem. Sangeeta’s use of line structures and cadences, some rhyming ,some not , certainly left me with the favourable impression that this could be performed live , possibly with some instrumental accompaniment.

  2. Sangeeta Suneja Post author

    Thank you sir, that is a very encouraging comment. Amen!
    If that could happen ‘The rucksack’ could come alive.

    Best regards


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