Albatross Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

ALBATROSS

A sickly person is a millstone
in a house of weak hearts.

For nerve gives poise
it is reason to fight out,
emaciated societal moors
and self seeking minds,
to stand like a rock
in a jungle of interests
where one cannot ask,
for ego-trees to cure
ailments classifying outlines hazy,
of joys illusive in a life
of unsettled frame of acts,
a man is unable to reenact,
in chaotic times,
as fingers move on
electronic buttons to rewrite,
history of confused man,
seeking light in darkness
of a long age.