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I AM by Shivana Sharma

In the Hindu tradition Dhar is in its simplest form a liquid offering made to the Divine…

My expression of my love, my poetry is my Dhar.

For me, my poem offering below is my looking beyond my physical challenges. It looks deep within my heart, my soul and speaks to the smallness I feel at times, my insignificance, my struggle. Even more beautiful are the glimpses of my joy that I offer unreservedly to the light.

I am


I am my own soul
I am not the scream of the eagle
As he scrapes the sky
Though I scream at heaven
And hell too
I am the not the gust of stifling wind
That pushes hope to its knees 
And blows ash into the eyes of the dreamer
I am not the lily 
Nor the rose
There is no touch
No taste
No scent of beauty
I am not the proud noble mountain
I am the valley
The desert
The stone
I am not the spirit of the song
I am but one note
Quavering
Harsh
And softly sweet
I am the starless night sky
The thorn, the feather
The petal too
I am my soul
My smile
My tears
The black red blood 
That joyously spills when I am quartered
I am the longing for the light that waits
On the other side 
Of you
I am the certain dawn
I am tomorrow
I am my soul.


Shivana Sharma: "I have been an educator for the last thirty three years and I am the Principal of a Primary School in Trinidad and Tobago. I am a single mother of two beautiful daughters. My writing is something that I have been doing for quite some time. I have never been published and I am in the process of writing my first children’s book. I look forward to losing my fear and opening up more of me...to me. I am a Spiritual wanderer just trying to find my way back home, to the source of all light. I believe in Grace under pressure, and looking for beauty in everything and everyone. To me the most joyous sound is that of a child’s laughter. Everyone deserves Peace, to feel safe and to be happy and I know that love can conquer all, if one is lucky enough to be able to give and receive its Blessing."

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