Without a bark or growl,
he quickly turned the corner;
But oh, the site and size of him!
I knew that escaping him was slim.
It seemed that out of nowhere he came.
Certainly, I would never be the same.
Petrified, I simply froze, afraid to run.
My chances dropped from slim to none.
Out for a walk, the last thing I wanted to see
was a stray German Shepherd leaping on me.
It happened that his was a good and happy heart;
But my heart raced like the speedy cars of Nascar.
My slow-moving heart quickly went into overdrive.
I thanked God that my pacemaker enabled me to survive.
I did not know that he needed a friend on which to lean.
Away from home, he needed someone on which to depend.
As if he knew me, he turned and walked in my direction,
as if he needed me and my protection.
His good heart now felt safe.
And my fearful heart ceased to race.
053023PS
The universe is vast
Are you going to fit in or be an outcast
I’ve learned from my past
If you try to get it too fast
It doesn’t usually last
Your failure and your friends success is not in contrast
Why is listening to the beat of my own heart
Become such a chore
Why do I have to rush before the music is over
And live, live to the little fullest
Why do I fear
A skipped beat
Palpitations
Slow beat
........A pause
Lord, please be my pacemaker
Please keep my soul, my heart in rhythm with you
Pacemaker
Pacemaker
You were place in her heart
so do your job and show
good reading on her charts
She’s all that I have
In this crazy world
Please do your best
To protect this special girl
life giver
Who lives in the skies?
Please watch over
My friend with green eyes
pacemaker
Please take away her pain
Give her back her heart
So she can live again
The doctors say there’s
a risk of a stroke?
When they open her heart
to do their work
Two of her valve
Has to be repaired
And she’s so brave
But I am scared
Wish if she could ask me
To come be by her side
But our different worlds
are not meant to collide
Pace maker
Who lives in her heart?
Please make her well again
And give her a new start
Open heart surgery
In the coming weeks
Then she will be well again
With a smile on dimple cheeks
If she needs my heart
I will go fast as I can
Just to live inside her
I will die a happy man
Wish there’s a magic
That I can do
Abracadabra
And take the place of you
So life creator
From heaven in the skies
Please watch over my friend
With beautiful green eyes
Hunger comes back like a dagger
on face. With iris and fingerprints.
Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck
on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending
of seeming. Men in cages.
They were diluting the culture.
Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color,
no sprouts. The roads were dirty
with the ultimate truth, quarreling with the
water, insanity and vertebrae.
The creamy stuff, shouts and pants,
shunting the definitions. People come
and go from the paintings. There is no age bar.
Spring will be released from the impulses
of flesh in naked zones.
Ideas become pacemaker, for the ailing
heart of polity.
SATISH VERMA
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