For long
my organs were hypothecated
I was living a borrowed life
lived, outdated.
Now
I have a blue sky
in my eyes,
they see the world
without hired colors;
I have a stream
in my ears,
they listen to the world
flow and fall
with melodies unheard;
I have a stage
in my tongue,
it lives in peace
with words and tunes
unsaid, unsung;
My hands have a mountain
in between
it shivered on my shoulders
bold, loud, fearsome
my head
dead tired for years,
of late it hangs in my arms
rests, vibrates on my lap
steady, stable, serene.
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