In A World Of Counter Creation Poem by indira babbellapati

Just a prick
Less than an ant’s sting
In its intensity
There you lie
Your body turned into
A piece of seasoned wood
It gets sawed
It gets stitched
The way needed to re-fix it like
A piece of designer-furniture
In unique patterns

And

There they’re
A beaming smile
In walking white
Service at heart
Compassion on lips
Always on their feet
As quick as a thrush
As agile as a gymnast
Fingers defter than a musician
On the instrument
Care in every touch
Every sigh of pain
Matched by a comforting smile…

Nobody should ever wish
Even to take a peek into this world
But once in it
Have faith you’re in safe hands…

25aug2010
10.50hrs