Splinters torn off my soul..some poems

Saturday, March 25, 2006


Mother O Mine.

I tread on your dreams
On the withered petals of your hopes
The upturned thorns of your fears
Cut deep deep into my heart.

The tall palms of your complacence
Cast shadows long and lean.
Filtered through their shredded leaves
Come the vermilion rays of your prayer.

Rooted deep even in the marshy slush of life
The earth hugging branches of your faith
Even like the banyan, enveloping my world
The ever-widening canopy of your love.


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