Clouded Souls.

Memories of pain and shame,
Linger around a trembling heart,
Gripped with fear.

When tears have flowed like the crazy rain,
Still left within the clouded soul,
Is a dewdrop tear.

A sob merges with the dark in vain,
Like a sigh stretching through eternity,
Its presence clear.

And so this clinging, nagging pain,
Is a part of me I cannot see,
Or even hear.

the poverty-stricken clan ( in a public hospital )

They line up in a queue,
The godly doctor passes by,
Has time for, "Just a few",
Each awed, longing eye,
Reflecting years of misery,
And grief yet to be.
Their ghastly diseases mocking,
The humility of man,
Striking the vulnerability,
Of the poverty- stricken clan.
Callously being told diagnoses,
Of disability and failing vision!
Hearing , "Too Late!"........................
With such humility and submission!!

by the sea.

Oh..........to sit by the sea ,
And weep , and weep , and weep .
Just to lie as a sobbing heap ,
Until every tear-drop dries ,
Until there is no grief in my eyes .
To feel the breeze caress and sympathize ,
To see the waves in their earnestness rise ,
Console me , hear my cries ,
Until the ache in my heart dies.