The Road to Self

a poem by Devika

There is this little story
of a little girl they tell:
Born with a silver spoon,
On bad days she fell-
She kept a secret hidden
In the recesses of her heart,
Not daring to share
Of her dreams any part!
And went from grief to grief
Till her heart it broke,
When into the twilight
Her dream itself spoke…
On my shoulder lay your head,
I’ll comfort you, dear,
Give you a little respite
From every pain and tear…
And yet when she sought
To rest her heart awhile,
Her dream withdrew and stood aside
With a mocking smile:
This was but to test you;
Let me offer advice-
‘Tis pain which leads you inward
To your Self: So dry your eyes…