A very lousy poem

As someone who can be considered rather loquacious when I felt the urge to do so,nothing entertains me more than a very good poems that is up to the creative imagination of my own barren mind.

As a beginner in understanding and adopting the way of the spiritual enlightment as professed by the wise, I believe that the dharma can be traced from every walks of life from the small leaves dropping from the aging branch to the talk about viruses and trojans in a casual conversation in the mamak stall around our place.

In support of the our blog, I've decided to enclose a rather lame poem of mine.A poem that is generated from my own nsincere thoughts, open for the criticism of those who have chosen to dismiss it.so here t goes....

Shrouded in darkness,
Hidden behind a deafening silence,
the eerie touch lingers.

Boisterious as can be,
Sinister as desired,
tongues waggled,
Cold wind jeered
at the sight of the helpless.

Candles shimmer in the dark,
Blinding the blind with their collective voices
whispering:
Open your eyes!
Can't you see?
See us with your heart!



Sadly though,
The mute can't speak
of the warm feeling nested in him.

Pity though,
The blind can't describe
the attractive beam showering her.

The crippled who can't move,
looked hopeless at his friends
how bestial fate can be
robbing him of the ability-
to be by their side,
sharing the joy that each and everyone of them felt.
distinctive feelings they are.
all meant to be shared
but not for long...

Can we help them in sharing the light?
The light the candles have to offer?
Before the candles fade?