Hand Of God Poem by lalitha iyer

Hand Of God



I am done;
my hip
deep dipped
in the sticky mud
stench of marsh
struggle me
for want of breath

I have never thought of
never ever dreamt of
those pricking thorns of life
that life could be made of stubborn walls
walls that were made of scornful cements
lazy mind could not fathom
where good babies are born
and where bad babies are born
In my childhood I learnt
that all babies are innocent
that seeds make the tree
but then what happens in between
I messed myself
before I could retreat
wave after wave
made my shores dirty with wastes
I knew not the art of swim
yet, I beat my chest
and started to stick
I was beaten
every new idea battled my impressions with
I was born free; brought up free; I knew no chains;
my flow was not arrested till I met life

life I only dreamt of
when I was in my schools
Colleges caressed my dreams
and added colour and richness
I was wild with passion
fuelled by nature's sanctions
the blue sky blissed me
the brown earth sprouted my lusts
I smelled in the birds flight
my free desires, let loose high
every leaf kissed my interiors
I quivered with every vibrant life
the day I met life
he was standing behind the wall
that I thought was magic with a ball
I slipped down
hapless, unarmed, suddenly I fell
that I could never reequip
staggering no, sucked by the messy corridors
pulled by multi-dimensional questions
who, what, where, why, how,
I lost my sight,
my senses failed
who is my friend?
who is my love?
who wants to kill me?
who is what and how and why?
I lost my sanity,
I became eccentric
I started slipped like Alice
I met with strange fashioned men and women
I could not fathom evil as evil was lethal to think of
I was afraid I too shall become evil lot
I watched beauty rise from the grass
and there spotted mangooses and squirrels
I cant tell what did I suffer
for it was not physical at all
body I trained for all emergency lots
she never ditched me, she was disciplined and honest too
hungry, she smiled, feasted she smiled,
but the world of heart and mind,
it was tossed by battles of confusions
and I was sinking till my hips were lost
Atlast as I resigned, statued to my fate
I could see not everything was lost
life was just a dream, I woke up
oh the hands of God, they stroked me within
I lay upon the stench, unaware of its wretched stock
flavoured by richness of wisdom of the learned cake
I laugh now, my ringing echo, like rippling waters.

Saturday, April 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kee Thampi 25 April 2015

good lesson on life and struggle, poetess really worth to prize lazy mind could not fathom where good babies are born and where bad babies are born In my childhood I learnt that all babies are innocent that seeds make the tree but then what happens in between

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