The Measure Cup Poem by malini kadir

The measure cup of love
Was tested by many
To prove their point
It was but unfortunate
That there is many a slip
Between the cup and the lip
And the joys,
The opponent receives when.....
He has an opportunity
To run down his competitor...
Such is the rat race;

Dense have little place in it;
The city bred;
The airs reserved.....
Down the roads of reality
We might as well accept
That the cup of measure;
Is by many in the earning
And spending power determined

The pinch of failure,
The stand of poverty....
Is with the harsh hands of February
And April;
The breezy hands of the empowered Taurus
The greedy eyes of the less fortunate,
Holds for ever the lack luster,
Abundant look of love starved souls....

But in the harsh measure of wealthy men;
Lack of enterprise of the less wealthy
Holding the prop stones of foolishness of;
so called love......
The roller coaster ride to doom

To be crushed by the boss
To be sent home by family members
Ridiculed, by the American's cynical view...
Then dragged through the public bird's eye view
Holding the fort of resolute
Being put back in place
For twenty minutes of courage.....

In the polished art,
of the soft skilled bureaucrat
The green of the village lush
labelled as green by the green horn...
Is suicide the answer?

Unfortunately not
For the gates of heaven,
Is for ever closed.....
We enter it only;
in the advent of natural death!
***************************************Malini kadir