Anita Joseph Koshy
Belive In Me & Rest In Peace
The air was cold, the breeze blew strong
not a warm place in sight
the trees were bare, the stones cold
even the sun seemed to frown.....
Life was one big moan
of pain that had been, since birth
of broken hearts, shattered dreams
of hostile faces, unfulfilled hopes......
The soul screamed in pain
`take me' `take me' it cried in grief
this life it could not bear
with all its thorns, its groans...........
It prayed to god for release, for death
for freedom from all fetters
and a healing of its wounds.......
But silence was the ...