Imaginations............. Poem by lalitha iyer

a child thinks
God is above
upon the clouds
he sleeps and crowds
to bless the earth
he sends the rain
to cheer the hearts
he sticks up the stars
to soothen the sleepless
he sends the moon
to silver the yards
with her lengthy cord

a maid thinks
the man with the moustache
and deep looks haunting
could put her upon the top of the tree
that touches the heavens
and essays further to the blues
that he could win her
the world she aspired forever
that his words are coins
and touches are wands
springing estastic bangles
from the hips of her jungles

Gods get carried away
by winds of strong forces
women get married away
to realise life's true farces
illusioned with a single being
we cheat ourselves of the silvery lining
our imaginations artistically slave us
and we defeated by self-made prisons.......