Too Far Gone
My life has brought me to such horrible end - I might say,
Or I might blame the subtlest of my soapy sinful way;
Divine graces blossomed around me like pure prim-roses,
I chose thorns; who to blame? I should be blamed if life closes...
Secrets of health and wealth I had learned charmingly well,
Words written betwixt rays of hand and head I could well spell;
Why had I, abandoned my life to hell, I do not know.
Caught up betwixt dilemmas, I do not know where to go...
Drinking was not much; the impression given was much more;
Each moment pricked my heart and mind like an ugly eyesore;
Like a lunatic or a cattle-thief they had cornered,
Once, I too was a person, do they know? Highly honored...!
Flowers once faded lose their glorious glamour they say,
Yet, do flowers, in whole of their lif-time, have their own way?
Environs decide; they grow; there is less of a complaint,
They end and fall and kiss the dust do them ever constraint...?
Should I , while traveling, each milestone seriously count?
Hills and vales and hillocks and mountains should I not surmount?
Limiting all realms; befitting all sources; I should march;
Strength, serenity and solemnity must be my arch...!
04 July 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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