What Is Wrong Poem by malini kadir

Why do you misunderstand me?
All the time?
Why does the fact I care?
Make me ineligible to be your friend?
Or is it my mannerism and moods?
Pray tell me where I err?
For I would make amends
No sooner you tell me
Would I not?
For I am but water
Container lacking......
I flow given room
I stagnant;
Given no room for progress
I gather moss in stale light
I shimmer in brilliant morning sunlight;
I long to be gathered as your pal
In the light of day; proudly called.....your dearest
Tell me how far I remain
From this mount; I wish to clamber?
Is there no remotest chance I make it?
Should I toil harder?
Or make myself scarce?
Should I disappear
To appear only when needed?
Dig a path under ground
to trickle unseen
To come out;
The other side of the mountain trail
Where you shall in stealth
Meet me to delight?
Making paper boats of my verses
float; only to be soaked
For ever; having quenched.....
Passion in the paradise of words
To now end the poetry
Pouring itself
Selfless into the ocean of waters
That makes earth
Worthy of living?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir