" HOW COULD I "

I could flee if I wanted,
but how could I?
how can someone who flees
create things?

In this holy jungle of life
first, I catch fire, burn,
then almost turn to ashes.

I could groan
but how can I?
how can someone who groans
get redeemed?

That was neither martyrdom
nor feeling of greatness,
or self-pity,
not a punishment either.

Then what was that?

I could blame anyone
but how can I?
one who blames,
never have a creation !!