I Hear My Call Poem by Angelina Pandian

The bleak look, which sees nothing
The pallor on the face
The fluttering hand seeking reassurance
The fear stirring in the heart –
Nullifying the reasons of the mind,
These tell, that the sufferer suffers more!
Pain, killing all senses
Brings helpless tears to the eyes and
Moans to the dry and dying mouth.
The agony of life stretched out
Tortured with pain- Brings tears to ours eyes
We cry for moments, but, they cry till the end!
Yes! We do have pain - killers.
But, what is Compose and Valium,
Morphine and Pethadine,
Before demonic pain?
They soothe the nerves and ease the pain
But for just some meager time
Then, pain rises once again
More rampant and havoc raising walking
With the Devil’s feet over every cell of the body.
The body cries out in pain it writhes
Moans and languishes over its own helplessness.
They suffer, knowing their end is near
They suffer more, knowing not when!
I stand hold her hand- I see, Death lie beside her
I listen, to her cry of agony
I speak, in sighs and tears, to her moan!
She talks of past joys, never forgotten,
Her daily chores and how best she tried –
Her school, the concert she arranged,
Her face glowing with captured joy
Her love never requited, nor ever understood!
She weeps anew, not for her body
But for her own soul left unloved.
I weep, identifying with her -
My loneliness, my sorrows, my failures, Myself!
Becoming one in her tears
I tighten my grasp and speak in silence.
She has heard the message, clear,
Sent from my heart through my clasping hands
For, at last, she looks at my face
Fixes her eyes upon mine – gazing,
Wonders why and how a stranger,
As strange as me should cry for her?
I now realize, what I am called for,
The Love which once wept long before –
For the sick, the sinner and the ignorant
Now again, weeps from within me!
Would I listen to the inner voice, wipe off
The tears from the faces turned in hope to me
And make Him smile?