Sunday, May 6, 2007

Where are you going?
Don't you know you can never cross that door.
It is closed for you is not for you,
a social leper ......
you grew up like a wild bush
uncared ,untended not pruned properly
by human touch.but
everyone liked your glorious flowers
swaying in the bright sunlit
Did you not store anything for yourself?
that is the rule keep away
to hide,not to give away all.
to give away all the blossoms is foolish.
in the family of flowers you are the last one,
untouchable and not acceptable in the
should have been manipulative to
gain entrance to the door.
why oh why you couldn't be like
then be an outcaste ,
a social leper where
noone will
touch you,
love you ,
call you
my precious
till you are finally called by your maker.
haven't any pride ?self respect ?
when they take away all the twigs,leaves
still you give to the end?the dust
under everyone's feet.hateful,
now when the cup is full
let it be taken away from you.
and you cross the threshold of
this life and be the dust on the
Beloved's feet.

Shree[wrote it in september'06,Singapore,after meeting a patient]


Indraneel said...

bhalo laglo

Raza Rumi said...

lovely thoughts and tender mood
thanks for sharing

Sadiq M. Alam said...


shree said...

thanks to indra,raza and sadiq.