Stone

Bruised, I rushed that I could draw comfort from

The soft lap of declared friendship

He was soft all round, but for me, no room

In his bosom, I discovered, a hard stone chip

‘nother talks of law and order

Which has shrunk the space in his heart;

A keeper of the Law's corner stone, a jail warder,

His Masters soldier playing his part

I turn to God, run to the shrine

Cry my woes before the Deity

My dead stone of despair stay, no gain

God before me remains stony

With stone pierced hurt in me,

I bang against stone everywhere;

Search the world in bended knee

To quench with a drop, from somewhere

The invalid convalesces

Tries walking, never lets go the prop

The stony docs and nurses

Snatch it, let it drop

So, Ma, my head sees you

Behind all these stony facades

May my bruised heart too

Burst these blinding blockades

2/7/2002 for 1/7/2002; Direct into computer; 1.18 p.m.