P K Joy Poems

God appeared in person
and stopped me on my way to the church.
He asked me to show Him
the offerings I’d carried in my pouch.
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You tried all means to silence me.
You set many traps to banish me,
To ensure that I don’t remain a threat
To you when you fleece the public chest.
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“My funeral is over. All have left
- the whole multitude
Of mourners and kith and kin.
Ah! I love this solitude.
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In the crowded bus
he slowly looks around
And stealthily stretches
his craving right hand
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Your car had to stop
at the busy road-crossing
Traffic control’s red signal had
imposed an unwelcome waiting.
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Hello, my darling widowed and bereaved!
I ‘m sorry indeed that this letter is delayed.
God’s judgment’s over. I am admitted in heaven.
You can tell your friends that my virtues have been proven!
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I’m writing this letter from my grave
On the day you put me to rest,
To thank you world for the reward you gave
For my sixty years’ work without rest.
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My life has been a series of grueling tests of
intractable determination
To survive every adversity that is loaded with my annihilation.
Adversities started threatening me right from my mother’s womb.
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I’ve passed many a bend, but I’m nowhere near the end
Although my opponents predicted every bend as my end!
If at all there’s an end, it will be beyond many more bends
And after every bend the road will be good for long extent.
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I stand before you and chant your praise.
Accept my remorse with your abounding grace.
You are great. For none you harbor malice,
Even to a wretch like me with malevolent practice.
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