Passing Thru the Heart of a Successful Woman

Trapped on top of this monument built of dreams fulfilled,
is it a vicious everyone willfully wanted to be at peak?
Of youthful wishes, a come-true after years of traversing,
towards a utopia in the land so strange becomes
a home, faraway America.

At first; excited, scared, overwhelmed by opportunities,
and promises of life abundance grasped by a child.
Then ignoring nuances and bitterness of self survival;
believing those that doesn’t kill would make one strong,
a wisdom unguaranteed by pain.

Strength is confidence, wit, and hardships of past combined,
were only weapons to fight boulders of unwanted obstacles?
Of people staring suspicious; of science’s advancement
unreachable; of sophisticating civilization; of racial
multiplicity cutting across boundaries.

Twenty five years ago, was only delusion, . . wishful thinking,
or perhaps an obligation or moral aptitude?, doesn’t matter now.
Today is happiness unmatched; however real that deep in
the heart is tiny lonely hole, filled by unknown emptiness,
pinching, hurting, disturbing.

Ah. . , here and now standing apart from rest after winning,
what else undone to harness the curves of life’s successes?
Amidst respect, security or trust gained thru times; by caring,
loving, serving utmostly authentic; accomplishing professed vow
in the land so complicated.

Past twenty five years or so. . , there left behind a homeland,
a sublime nature’s gift to a race so cared by touch of God.
Where birds, rivers, plains, mountains and trees kiss each
others feet, united in one breath by a mother called Creation;
at peace in the humble village Maasim.

by iam