Saju Abraham Poems

He was writing his sermon.
He'd locked his room.
He wanted none to break his thoughts.
No one would ever disturb him.
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Why did you tear me off you,
When you knew I’d die without you?
I promised you peaceful sleep,
But you wouldn't hear me.
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There's a corner in my soul that I call my own,
That I turn to when I'm faced with hamlet's dilemma,
That signals when I'm at the crossroads,
That leads me by hand when I'm lost.
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His camouflage struck me the most,
As he lay with his face down,
In a river of murky water,
Murkier by his blood.
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Is life being born?
Is it going to school?
Is it having friends?
Is it being in love?
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He'd sit on that quiet cold concrete chair
In the playful park,
Would leave when the last child left,
Sipped constantly from the bottle in his pocket,
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I held your bloodied face in my hands,
Placed it in my bosom,
First time I found peace with you.
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Ten year old two feet monster head;
a fifteen year old with his tongue
popping out of his mouth;
A thirty year old woman,
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Mountains always stay distant,
may be the ego in their height.
Oceans always seem so lonely,
may be from its depth and vastness.
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She was agony personified,
Wrinkled blackened skin,
Broken teeth and knotted hair,
A baggage of pain on her shoulders,
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