Life Does Not Limits Hopes Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

a few moments in life look casual.

you think you are serious, a fatal idea swivels and tortures,
i feel and try to ward off a crisis of fake identity,
i hold on from day one
as a mother cries with pain
and remembers her man's brutal passion.

it is truth one often hates
for one wishes to look great
a part of creation.

yes, he tells because I am a saint.

a red-lipped monster inside laughs, throws sidelong glances,
and turns a protagonist of an eternal truth
of birth he does not know,
for he cries and blinks, and smiles
and rarely understands the meaning.

the child does not know the idea of coming
as i grow with the child.

and the motherly hug keeps me warm
a memory of love and passion,
that gives birth to a creation indefinite
an image of god.

i learn.