Truths Of Life Poem by lalitha iyer

the grey locks
unlocked them
from the look of frocks
to the look of rocks
the talk of a child
to the babble of childish ride

the same moon
it is stirring not my soul
the same sea
it screens away the romantic maids

the dying mind
the dead life
perverted thoughts
pessimistic acts

aching limbs
ageless pains

what is more
that todays are yesterdays
and tomorrows are yesterdays
and yesterdays are timeless space
they appear and reappear
born and reborn
every body reincarnated
every love replayed
every child respermed
every act reacted
every heart repumped
in full vitality
from the dead soil
which is not really dead
from my mother's wishes
born are my son's tresses..........