Treasure Island

lalitha iyer

(7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

The Paining AGe


It pains
to age
not in body
but in mind

when the lovely dawn
nomore cheers me
when my fragile limbs
aches more at morn

when the splashing wetness
make me fear of fevers
when the dashing kids
kill me with painful cramps

when my mind is done
I am done
no more brains
but only chains

when the world sings
I am afraid of noise
when the world dances
I am hating actions

When the food I eat
poisons me
when the hope ends up
into nothing but only nothing.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 28, 2009

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  • Ted M (7/28/2009 2:31:00 PM)

    Quite an interesting observation. At times, the mirror is not that good a friend. (Report) Reply

  • Rakesh Bedi (7/28/2009 8:44:00 AM)

    .... when the world sings/ i am afraid of noise....... pain, pain and pain? ! ? ! ? ! A nice poem depicting the powers of human mind. (Report) Reply

  • Catrina Heart (7/28/2009 8:12:00 AM)

    when my mind is done
    I am done
    no more brains
    but only chains
    ------
    poignant poem my friend...Thanks for sharing this lovely piece! ! ! (Report) Reply

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