They rebuke me for I’m bad; are they all in all?
My days begin with their comments. The heap gets so tall..
Don’t I know who I am; and who they are?
On which podium do I stand; would they reach me so far?
They give me decisions I don’t need or require.
If I’m not perfect; is it their nature, I should acquire?
Should I live as consulted?
Or they would set me free?
Are they my God or my rulers who would for my mistakes; rip me like a tree..
I don’t want live in dark; I’ll hunt for my own radiance,
And it lies within me, in the graves of my conscience…
-Reetika