Shashi Gupta

I spent my life in hiding in corners,
Secrecy being my theme.
I couldn't face the realities of life, so,
Mystery I spun around my being.
No matter what the world thought of me,
My identity I hid from them all.

Then came a day when the truth I saw,
Where was the need to hide?
I too am a creation of God,
With gifts that have been hidden from all.
So what will I do to make life worthy,
For days I thought about it.

Now a fabric I weave
Textured like velvet or silk,
From nature's palette
The colours I take, dark and bright.
The patterns too, the world gifts me all.
All this I put it into words
That will never fade away.
Sometimes I weave a happy pattern
For life is so beautiful, though sometimes sad
And then I show the sorrows to all
That burden this life in unhappy ways.
But always in my thoughts, I try to bring,
A beautiful piece that I hope
Will stay for a lifetime to cherish.

No more secrecy do I hoard now,
My life is as open as a book.
No mystery reigns, my life is free
And this freedom is my precious gift.
I am proud of my identity, my very being
I am what God meant me to be.