I Wrote

Like a lily
By a lively pond
I grew
& had every encounter
Minted on my mind;
The green frogs
The lonely hills
The dragon-flies
The hunters’ machete
They all come with awe

I was strong
& vulnerable
Like a white lily
By a pond
I grew quiet eyes
I came
I saw

I saw many things
remained the same
The green frogs
Were green still
Our fathers’ hills
Misted in clouds of aloneness
The dragon-flies
Still do the yo-yo
The hunters’ machete
They were sharp yet

I came
I saw
I wrote

I wrote away
My angst and sores
I wrote
To sleep at night
I wrote
To get over the
Thoughts that
I
May
Not
See
The
Lights
In the morrow

I wrote too
When I am not supposed to
When I have nothing to write
I wrote
When alien thoughts
Uninvited come crawling
Into the privacy of my heart
I wrote
I wrote
To chase the imp that
At night, takes me back
To the roads I know
I should not have taken
To the fruits
I should not have bitten

I wrote for the
Stars, the doves, the weeds
The green Seas
The sky, black, blue or red
The elephants’ children
The ferns

The lovelessness
The greed, the enviousness
Our ambition and materialism
Desires and philistinism
Our love, woes and fear
The pains of being here
Our dreams, the boundaries

I wrote
For the tears I have not shed
My ruth and rue

For fun, laughter
Her eyes and fingers
Mornings and brightness
Hopes, happiness
Truth, trust
And the thrills of having
Friends, foes & family

I grew still
Like a lily by a pond
& learned perception
I harnessed my surround
& chronicled my find
I saw
Ministers and gamblers
Doctors and soldiers
Painters and chisellers
Scientists et al-
Scale their way to coma

I wrote
Here, a note;
In the end we cannot conquer
Life is contrived to wear
us out.