How can I forget?

How can I forget the rustic scent
Of the village where I was born?
Having known suffering of epic proportion,
How can I forget the trenchant images
Of resistance, revolt, poverty and defeat.

Epicist of the female experience,
I still remember the musical flow
Of voices and counter voices
Echoing along the long corridors
While my mother’s scourging authority
Would uphold the dignity of our downtrodden fate.

With fearless love of Truth,
Which still exerts a far-reaching influence
On my life and especially my writing,
I walk the path alone with no sense
Of fear, insecurity, fear of old age and death.

How can I forget the pangs of hunger,
The dry throat, the family tragedies,
The mind’s clamor that could not be stilled,
Worrying about anything and everything
At one and the same time.

I never knew how strong I was
Until strong is the only choice I had.
The child that I was, I became strong.
I learned that if life is amazing,
She won’t be easy
And if she is easy,
She won’t be amazing.

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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