written by: Sherin Mary Zacharia
Would I once more be able
to get myself liberated?
From the terrible trouble
now I have invited
to work on my mind, leaving it wounded.
New memories fail
to replace those old, stinky near dead.
Much awaited call sounds frail;
from the thoughts chained
by morbid voices, surrounded.
World beckons me to enjoy
A life beautiful, breezy, green.
I tip-toe into the shadow, that moonbeams alone destroy.
Hide in silence motionless, unseen
Dreams float, imaginations flow gurgling clean.
As moments tick, the mind returns to spot
a memory forgotten, a monkey trap
like the banana in a small necked pot
bound tight by a simian grip that refuses to unwrap.
This I should not recall but take a new route on a redrawn map.
Sherin Mary Zacharia
Sherin Mary Zacharia has contributed to various English Anthologies. Recipient of Asia region first prize under 17 category for poetry contest by Common Wealth Youth Council (2017), National Trust “Autism Marvel” award by the Social Justice ministry Govt. of India (2017), Reuel International prize for poetry (2017), Certificates for participating in National Poetry Writing Month (2020,2021) conducted online by a poets’ group. Sherin has published a book “Moonlight”, a collection of poems and short prose in 2018. She had started to write short stories from an age as young as seven, later finding her interest in English poetry. Being on the autistic spectrum and minimally verbal she writes about disability, mental health and similar issues. Poetry is her preferred means of expressing herself. She loves nature, travelling, film songs and good food. She lives in the city of Kochi, in the state of Kerala in India with parents, sister and pet cat.
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