Rex Mathew Mathew Poems

While resting by the blooming blossoms,
I happened to see a butterfly flutter by.
With fire- red wings added with a black tinge,
Above the placid plants it flew high.
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If love is the term for what I am feeling,
Then it's too low a word for what I know;
For when in my soft smiling thoughts you glow,
You are the bloom of morning, the star of evening.
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Little eyes have told me wonders
As sparkling innocent as sunrise
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Amidst all God's creations,
Man is above them all;
But by the wars of all nations,
Peace among men had its fall.
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Sometimes I sit so blank as now,
Quietly- no thoughts, no actions;
Devoid of pressure, of stress or tension.
I don’t know what can disturb this peace!
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I walked through that silent garden;
In the past, it had many children.

I played with that abandoned swing;
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I have long been that puppet in society’s hand,
My every step timed to entertain an audience,
And my every word scripted, fit to their rules.
It’s been a life living on other’s terms -
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I met your heroine today, on the roadside.
She's just as broken as you painted her.
The child still sells flowers for a living,
And still wears that soiled, tattered frock.
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It was when I counted my wallet
That a coin fell down.
It rolled down the granite to under a chair;
My eyes followed behind.
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Quietly, the silent mind ponders
Of things prettier than this sunset
And of other radiant wonders
That exist in some unseen planet
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