lalitha iyer

(7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

A Beggar Maid


beg me for life
to the unseen one
beg me for living spirit
to the invisible sight

he gave me coins
in golden lustre
he gave me children
with giggle and twitter

he gave me a mum
who filled life with sun
he gave me a pa
who transformed truths into ribbons

he gave me voice
to cheer up my glooms
he gave me ears
to listen to lovely tunes

he gave me beauty
to admire others
he gave me health
to enjoy full wealth

yet when my mum died
I was left all alone;
when my loved ones cried
I donno how to cheer them with pride

when I looked into the things
that he gave with abundant wings
i learnt that he reserved the inthings
the bubbling spirit, the dominant zing.............

Submitted: Thursday, May 13, 2010

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