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Hurt Sweta Basu Wrote Poem
By: Tupaki Desk | 6 Nov 2014 7:23 AM GMT
Swetha Basu Prasad, who was arrested on prostitution charges and sent to a rescue home, has been recently allowed to stay with her parents.Sweta condemns the rumors taht circulated on media and bretahes fire on them.
However the whole incident left a scar on her and her career took a beating.Hurt Swetha expressed her feelings penning poem.
Here is Swetha's poem titled 'Cliff'
"Thunderstruck, all alone, I stand here at the edge of the cliff. I crawled the dense forest to get here The tribes and wild and strays They say `Jump, jump from the cliff.' As I look down, naked, cold and trembling, The ferocious sea I see with its mouth open It's ready to swallow me. The noises are unbearable the place so dark. As I decided to jump in the sea I saw the North Star. I remembered how it shone above my blessed home where singing hugging and laughter awaited me I said, `Wait I want to go home.' The voices murmured, `End the journey.' `Jump! Jump you ugly thing.' I smiled to them and pitied them, They don't know I have wings’’
As many of us were not aware of, Swetha Basu Prasad was a trained Sitar player and her fascination for Indian Classical Music has been one of the driving forces of her life. Now, she wants to dedicate this to the greatest art.
However the whole incident left a scar on her and her career took a beating.Hurt Swetha expressed her feelings penning poem.
Here is Swetha's poem titled 'Cliff'
"Thunderstruck, all alone, I stand here at the edge of the cliff. I crawled the dense forest to get here The tribes and wild and strays They say `Jump, jump from the cliff.' As I look down, naked, cold and trembling, The ferocious sea I see with its mouth open It's ready to swallow me. The noises are unbearable the place so dark. As I decided to jump in the sea I saw the North Star. I remembered how it shone above my blessed home where singing hugging and laughter awaited me I said, `Wait I want to go home.' The voices murmured, `End the journey.' `Jump! Jump you ugly thing.' I smiled to them and pitied them, They don't know I have wings’’
As many of us were not aware of, Swetha Basu Prasad was a trained Sitar player and her fascination for Indian Classical Music has been one of the driving forces of her life. Now, she wants to dedicate this to the greatest art.
