This Is What You'Re

This is what you’re For God’s sake Shake off shadowy cocoon Of your broken past and its Punctilious cares, As along the pathway of love Nobody laughs at the afflicted heart. The lamp that you lit Every night has burnt a hole In the ignorant shade. No place of hiding contagious guilt. You were not born a poet And weren’t looked after to be one either. The syntactic beauty of words Live as the freshly plough field And swift as gray wings of flooded river Bare your soul to the worth of well-wishes A bit early Your palm lines fall short And inconsistent endeavor Purportedly averted you the education Job, posting and mainstream prosperity Yet your light-flooded eyes Never trembled Reminiscence of scintillating memories Of three decades in exotic destinations Where waking life of a dreamer Stand in the spring’s wild beads Made up your loss And people often ask Why you are so loving, dear!