The plant grew in all its glory
To spell its splendid story..
In baited breath it waited,
You leave your footstep with an imprint.
Regardless I’m lined and padded with dust and grime.
You wipe and scour your shoe to shine,
Stamp me with sand and scraps, which is apparent.
I’m here. I scream, I shout.
No one, nobody hears me out.
I am shunned. Pushed. Stamped, & Throttled,
No one knows cares. I’m cobbled…
I am not conversant with the Bhagavad Gita,
Nor the Holy Koran.
I am not familiar with the Bible,
Nor understand the Buddhist Chants.
The thrill at gazing at the sea,
Waves thundering ‘gainst the rocks you stand,
Sensing the breeze on your face, swimming in the frothy waters–
In a while, collecting sea shells along the sandy beach;
Jinx Inx was her name, Inx.jinx@gmail her email.
She bought a scale on sale to measure the length of her nail.
But the nail polish got stuck on the scale.
Jinxed went blue and let out a wail!
Psalm 91: Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
A beggar limped with arms outstretched
His voice more worn, than the clothes he wore.
Ammaaa….. Dharmaaa he wailed, raking his stick across the ground.
Peering as far as his eyes could see, into our house.
Eyes glassy, like saucers staring at blank walls;
Saliva drooling through mouth bereft of speech.
Hands thumping faster, than a tap dancer’s feet.
Their laugh as silent as the prey in a wolf’s mouth.