Echoes of Inheritance by Bharath Upendra

A sepia colored image of old photographs of a family and a pocket watch resting on top of them
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I carry my father’s dreams in my mind, mother’s in my heart and mine under my feet. 

I lift one foot up and stamp another down; that’s how life has been. 

One hand stretches out for help, the other holds it down for hope is something I’ve never known and I mask my desperation with pride. 

To live for something and die for another is what I fear; to pick a side, I tried to find a middle ground. 

“What is is, what isn’t isn’t” my father said, said my mother and to you, I say and believe you shouldn’t, until you find your truth. 

In a world like this, where one’s back talks and face repeats; where one dreams of a reality and what’s real evades certainty, I wish to be chained and contained in the dreams of my ancestors which never came true, make them mine and pass them on; for one day they morph into faith and the ultimate truth. 

But nevertheless a dream.


Bharath Upendra considers himself a regular Joe who unapologetically talks about the usual and obvious. Writing to him is like an uninvited guest who still hasn’t left and to whom he’s gotten used to anyway.

You can find more of his writing at Bharath’s Banter where he speaks his mind and writes his heart.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. jonicaggiano says:

    Nicely done Bharath. I like the way you ended this piece especially. Thank you!

    Liked by 2 people

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