‘Swetha is dead’, disappeared & emerged a teacher

Right from we get up from bed, out hands search for TV remote and eyes go to reach out for Newspapers. Then getting along without using a cell phone is out of question anyway. Just thinking of spending two months in prison cut off totally from outer world, not even meeting family, no TV, no newspaper and no cell phone; it was like total exile from the outer world knowing nothing what is happening.

The same had been the fate of Swetha Basu in the rehabilaitation cum rescue home. How to spend time? Then she thought ‘Swetha is dead’. Then turned a school teacher who taught music, English and Hindi to the desperate children who were taking rescue in the home. Those were the times when the artist in her came out. She had been a trained sitar player interested in classical music. Besides these different facets of Swetha, a poem also shows what kind of a person she is. Here is the poem:

“Thunderstruck, all alone,
I stand here at the edge of the cliff.
I crawled the dense forest to get here
The tribes and wild and strays
They say `Jump, jump from the cliff.’
As I look down, naked, cold and trembling,
The ferocious sea I see with its mouth open
It’s ready to swallow me.
The noises are unbearable, the place so dark.
As I decided to jump in the sea I saw the North Star.
I remembered how it shone above my blessed home
where singing hugging and laughter awaited me
I said, `Wait I want to go home.’
The voices murmured, `End the journey.’
`Jump! Jump you ugly thing.’
I smiled to them and pitied them,
They don’t know I have wings.