Life On Rail - Poem by Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran
Dear, I fear of sin; I sense,
Open mouth in real repentance
By word or deed, if hurt you, please
Pardon by name of the Lord to ease.
Why you tell me you cannot hold
Never I tell that fail you hold
Repentance vents pent up tension
Pardon softens the hearts' friction.
You the rail frail, where we two rail
Your own terminal is my trail.
When with heavy load I move ahead
Under control your guidance red.
When you heave; or break in strain
I too feel hard lurching by crane.
So far straight you are, Oh! never
Creak my wheels at bending dear
Life is a leaf on stem you know
Rustling tender in breeze below.
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