Thirsty Days Poem by lalitha iyer

Dry am I
deceived of life
thirsty hours
need some showers

the heart is wanting
hours of joy
brain is famished
of ideas to toy

body is sick
of silent tortures
pricking here and
paining there

the labour I do
nobody grade
my efforts of strain
all in vain

I love
to breed only lust
I share
to reap only dust

God is silent
watching vigilant
my stumbles
he studies in tables

why do I live
when my mind is thirsty
my joints are unhealthy
and reason unworthy

give me some life
let me thrive
fetch me a babe's body
let me undress and clothe in rhapsody.