FLEDGLING- Issue Eight (09/20/2020)
Image Source: Shan Ran/Flickr
To the Teachers Who Know Me
Written by S. Rupsha Mitra
I burdened a lot of you,
With my synapses - unbridged,
my lapses in attending to your words, admonishments,
lectures that appeared lachrymose
and rather vexing to me.
I have turned off desperately,
in fits of truancy – grudging at that thought of expressing
the self in my incorrigible introverted space.
But you have time and again
in sweeps – embracing and
caring wiped off the
dark veils of belief
and turned the eerie cemented building of reprimands
into a moon flecked beauty of a cottage. You have known me, in entirety
how I rise
like the terrible crests
and slide into the fear
of the depths of troughs at times -
Tell me how can I ever
endow my love and reverence in silvered beads of jasmine garlands and beauteous bouquets –
everytime I have
shuddered to try a feat –
you have never failed
to untie the knots
of my convoluted cognitions –
showing me the fountains
of infinity, the garden the efflorescence within myself –
I thank and sing a song for them my teachers – who know me.
Author Bio: S. Rupsha Mitra is a seventeen year old student from India with an immense love for writing poetry. Her work has appeared in Blue Marble Review and is upcoming in Fly on the Wall Press Magazine.