MY LIQUID COMPRISE - FLOAT IN EYES Manju Suri on Friday, 14th March, 2014 at 22.00hrs. Am from beginning of life until end, helping hand to lend,wiped away in haste Child is born with sounds to wail, I float in eyes to prevail,a bitter sweet taste Salty liquid my comprise,dwelling place are painful eyes,even with joy I come As rivers bring a flood to burst,I overflow with sadness first,precious to some Kids desire me with a longing heart,never want to part,I cause them to succeed In having their own way,wishes granted night and day,apetite grows with a greed Billions of people I have to feed,becoming their essential need,no way of separation Participate in their time of grief,hearts heave a sigh of relief, shed to bring consolation Children misuse me to sob,deceive parents to rob,homework pending undone Make pretense of stomach ache,a fictitious story fake,friends rollicking in fun When I well up in mothers eye, can hear her heart cry,from depths of core Recalls time when child was given birth, seemed million worth,today eye sore Quarrels fights takeover household,people becoming brash bold,I am last resort Travelling makes a tedious task,cannot afford to wear a mask,dragged to court People grieved with hurt and pain,from them I never refrain,aware of timely need Joyful hearts dance and sing,you are my everything,with a droplet I give a feed Tragedies are a part of life,be it son daughter husband wife,needed most then I come tumbling down like waves,accompanying till the graves,more with women Hostile people ever ready to beguile,turn me over to a crocodile,into the sea Such people do not deserve,I am kept in preserve,bottled tight forever to be Hardened hearts not my appreciate, come to gather the unfortunate,with emotion With the poor I come to abide,sharing miseries in confide,becoming one in portion Sunday offers heavenly vision,people in church mission,faith calls for my outpour Purity fills my conscience,every eye moist with my presence, wanting me more The first and the last is He,never shown contempt for me,I lived in His silent cry I find no way to possess,in terms of any happiness,my life is withered and dry Was squeezed into His heart,yet belonged to every part,world had not known Hidden beneath His smiling face,moving at slow pace,could melt heart of stone Am not desired to have permanent place,my opposites favoured by His grace What a horrible life to lead,feel unwanted yet give myself to feed, sorrows trace Heard Him say It is finished, light had diminished,wished to have dropped dead Came trickling down,as He wore a thorny crown,breathed last to bow His head Like hurricane violent winds blow,I came to overflow,every heart in distress pain Waters as an ocean fill, was my running spill,never want to return to earth again.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 16:52:32 +0000
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