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Me, a Woman. I Wonder If They See Me?


Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

Quote from Sri Chinmoy

"Do you want to be always happy?

Then give up fighting for negativity

And learn the beautiful art of self-encouragement." -Sri Chinmoy


I wonder if they see me –

The sweet intimacy of blossoming buds,

Growing in the garden of my Heart?

The white lily wraps me in its raiment;

The redolence of jasmines kisses my cheeks.

Alas! Fleeting is the majesty of this bodily temple!

My limbs can only do so much;

My legs have stopped dancing for the stars.

I wonder if they see me?

I wish to tell them of my joys and sorrows;

That the quest of our longing is mutual;

That I yearn to be Loved!

Instead, my speech stutters and my lips fail;

The chair that confines me, lacks the eloquence

To convey my deeper melodies.

I wish to tell them, of the beauty in my soul;

To let them know, that they are all invited.

Why can’t they hear the lute within my Spirit,

Serenading the moon with its haunting rhapsodies?

I fear they see only my fragility; my powerlessness.

Perhaps they wish to help; to empathise,

But not sure how to console me.

Just yesterday, I was at a wedding party.

I was the joy of the ceremony;

The cynosure of all eyes.

Now my Heart is faced with a different challenge;

My soul weeps. Time has no favourites,

And the transience of life knows no discrimination.

I wonder if they see me?

This tender delicate frame, is adorned

By kind souls, who seek to preserve

My smile, dignity … self-respect.

Meanwhile, I sit in my wheelchair. Me, a woman,

Having to deal with the rolling tides of life.

Trapped in this sacred Citadel,

I seem to be covered with thorns,

Yet I am in the breath of roses,

Which radiate an effulgent Light.

I wonder if they see me?

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 12/9/19

Wisdom-quote from the Master."


Wisdom from the Master

"Inner compassion and outer tolerance,

Can easily make a new world,

A better world." -Sri Chinmoy

Sublime quotes from Sri Chinmoy


© 2018 manatita44


manatita44 (author) from london on September 15, 2018:

Sukriya, my Brother.

Gratitude ... much!!

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on September 15, 2018:

No, my Brother, I will write about you and your poetry soon enough and of course before you are gone! I already work on it, you will see...


manatita44 (author) from london on September 14, 2018:

Ah, Rinita.

It is just that some poems I take from the world. Haha. Most I take from heaven, but a few I take from the world. Humans relate more to them.

The one I'll put tomorrow, will come straight from heaven. Again, for the mystic, the line is very fine. Thank you so much!! Gratitude.

manatita44 (author) from london on September 14, 2018:


I hope you know that you will have to write about me when I'm gone. You do my poetry more than justice. You honour me so well.

May our Beloved bless you and your family always.

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on September 14, 2018:

Your noble and vast Heart is in this masterpiece, my Brother! I couldn't keep my tears. I can't say anything more for a poem which speaks too loud in silence and means so much, only that I am blessed to read it.

Infinite Admiration!


Rinita Sen on September 14, 2018:

This is .... I am at a loss for words. A true work of art, surreal even. Touches the soul and the heart. One of your best, per me.

manatita44 (author) from london on September 13, 2018:

Thank you, Linda C,

You're right. Appreciated.


Thank you so much! A problem for all ages. You honour me by liking my Guruji's quotes. May the eternal Beloved bless your loving Heart.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on September 13, 2018:

This is sad and beautiful at the same time, Manatita. It's a powerful poem.

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on September 13, 2018:

Old age is unforgiving, great poem. The quotes by Sri Chinmoy rings true.

manatita44 (author) from london on September 13, 2018:

Thanks Dora.

Hope that you are well. No recent article? I can't see any. Taking a rest?

Thank you so much!!

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on September 13, 2018:

Powerful sentiments. Sometimes people being "not sure how to console me" is the reason they stay away, when all it takes is being there without any skills or qualifications. This poem is on point. Thanks for expressing how many feel.

manatita44 (author) from london on September 13, 2018:

Very true. I suppose my image and the poem itself applies to the aged and infirm. Yet I wrote this poem for a younger person. I just couldn't find a photo that I liked. Ha ha. Thank you so much, Peggy.

Mary has taken a break and you seem to have taken one too. You are very much alike. Sisters last time round, I think. ha ha. Thank you so much!!

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on September 13, 2018:

As we age we lose things. Some of the things may be mobility, sight, hearing, etc. Most aged people have lost loved ones. Everyone should honor and respect the elders in our community. One day it will be us who are the elders assuming we live long enough.

manatita44 (author) from london on September 13, 2018:

Hey Mark. Love you Bro! Write more. I will look for you. Gratitude.

Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on September 13, 2018:

Powerfully compassionate!

manatita44 (author) from london on September 13, 2018:

Thanks a lot, Elijah. A valid point also. We metaphysical poets, look at things from the standpoint of Consciousness.

For some it's really hard inwardly, when dealing with fears, insecurities and isolation. Whether real or unreal, it is still a challenge.

It may even be a necessary experience from the divine but still a struggle.

In fact, it's not unusual for those in need to refuse our help, particularly if they suspect pity or condescension. This, in my experience, can come from any sex. The issue is more a human one and we are all human.

I really appreciate your contribution though.

manatita44 (author) from london on September 13, 2018:

Haha Eric.

Go to a dance floor after a few tequillas and do your stuff to Mr Happy. You'll soon undertand the meaning of the word from the way that people look at you. Cool, eh?

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on September 13, 2018:

That is something I can actually see in so many girls just by how they often pretend not to se you watching them. It is so sad boys have belittled girls to the point that they don't even know their place in life is equal to that of boys. I have written a poem that came to mind as I read that called "The Sex Game" that goes as the following "since I am different, expect something different."

In this system man have made

To obtain a mate boys pursue a girl

Has become the general rule

All over this man made world.

In the natural order before this world

When man had sex only to procreate

Girl decided if and when to give birth

Choosing a boy as she began to ovulate.

If you are a girl and expect me to pursue you

After you give me your come on sign,

Forget it, take the place that's rightfully yours

And tell me what you want to save yourself time.

Daily I show I have an interest in you

And always make it known that I'm free,

Yet you play that role set by society

Waiting for the asking to come from me.

That is meant to convey that I completely agree with you in how you portray the feelings of girls who need to waken to the fact that they are our equals and not inferior to us. It was well said indeed.


manatita44 (author) from london on September 13, 2018:

Yes. It's not easy. Some do really clever poetry but like Prof Hawkins, they need aids. Some are still cheerful enough, though.

Thank you my sweet Shauna.


You are sweetness itself. Again, you explain so well. Kudos to you, my dear. Gratitude.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on September 13, 2018:

Powerful stuff, Manatita. I can only imagine the frustration and claustrophobic pressure of being trapped inside a body that can't move. Or inside a mind that can't verbalize what's going on inside.

Li-Jen Hew on September 13, 2018:

Oh....and one more thing, Manatita...Please take care! :)

Li-Jen Hew on September 13, 2018:

Hi Manatita. You portrayed the feelings of the disabled woman well. The longing to be loved is seen throughout the poem, which emphasizes the fragility of the disabled. The need to show to the world that she has a beautiful soul must be the result of being neglected. She has a voice from within but is helpless because of her physical disabilities. The poem is a great reminder to be more understanding towards the disabled. It must be hard to empathize when we don't have the same experience.Thanks for sharing. You understand what it's like to be disabled.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on September 13, 2018:

I voted the cheerful one. But in truth I like doing stuff for them for me. Cynosure is a new word for me.

I think I look for this in others.

manatita44 (author) from london on September 13, 2018:

Ah, Mary.

You are a fan of my beautiful words? Awesome.

You are as correct as Linda also. Praise be!

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on September 13, 2018:

...the lute within my Spirit,

Serenading the moon with its haunting rhapsodies...Beautiful lines that express the things we don't share. As we often fail to listen to people we live with or meet and empathize with what they go through, we don't give what we feel expression. The poem Linda shared tells it all.

manatita44 (author) from london on September 12, 2018:

All too true. Yes. Had to reach out for many. No, I have not heard of him. It is always better to have the brilliant mind, for as bad as it is, we still have the power to disc riminate ... to learn lessons, to make choices

Thanķ you so much. My love to your mom.

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on September 12, 2018:

Manatita, what is sadder? Having a sound body but a mind lost by dementia or a cognizance trapped inside a body that has failed? I have witnessed both in loved ones.

My dear mother was taken by Alzheimer's. Near the end, we could no longer converse because she had regressed to her native tongue (low German). And then a dear friend at church was consumed by Parkinson's disease. A brilliant mind trapped in a body that abandoned him.

So sad. So difficult to reach out, to connect, to touch.

Are you familiar with the poet Shel Silverstein? He wrote this:

Said the little boy, sometimes I drop my spoon.

Said the little old man, I do that too.

The little boy whispered I wet my pants.

I do too, laughed the old man.

Said the little boy, I often cry.

The old man nodded. So do I.

But worst of all said the boy,

it seems grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.

And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.

I know what you mean, said the little old man.

manatita44 (author) from london on September 12, 2018:

You understand, my sweet. What more can I say? About the woman though, I had someone in mind and she is much younger, but all those I see appear to be smiling and cheerful. I wanted to find a closer fit for my poem. Again, she is very human inside, but one has to take the time to know this. ' I wonder if they see me?'

Thank you my dear. Amitabha. (Buddha bless your Heart and Spirit)

Shannon Henry from Texas on September 12, 2018:

Wow, this made me feel several different emotions while reading it, from sadness, a little pity maybe, to a kind of joy. Although you write from the perspective of an elderly woman in a wheel chair, it could easily apply to so many other handicaps in life- not just the physical ones and not limited to age. Sometimes all people see is the illness or the disability and never take the time to really know the person.

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