A THOUSAND LIVES IN OTHERS
( A poem by my niece, Sr.Laly Jacob Moloparambil.She teaches English at Mt.Carmel
Higher Secondary School, Kottayam )
Thrown on the ground rough and dry
Abandoned and uncared,
Lonely and forgotten
I felt an urge to break through my skin
Broke through I did a seed in the hard soil
Broke through I did to grow a stem to produce
Leaves, petals,blooms and blossom.
Day dawned,Sun set, clouds gathered in the sky,
Raindrops fell on the green meadow,
Winter peeped in ,Spring showed off
Summer cracked and dried up
I performed a miracle, a pink blossom
basking in the sunshine
The caresses of the breeze made my blossom quiver
As I blossomed out gently and beautifully,
Bees buzzed, fed on the nectar in the flower
Bees hummed, sang,danced kissing me
Gently as everything in me burst with gladness,
Tiny birds pecked at my blossom and
broke them off,
Flowers of all kinds expressed their love,
With a pretty nod of their heads
Life was happy and meaningful, everything was good,
Heaven dwelt at my door,
It was great to be alive.
'' Surely these days will never end,'' thought I.
Alas colors faded, petals fell,
Gone were the beauty and fragrance,
Gone were the butterflies, bees and songs,
No flower was I while falling on the hard soil high and dry
I pitied myself, wept bitterly
" From flower to seed and next?''
That just can't be,
" How can I die?' thought I with a sigh,
But die I did , buried I lay in soil so hard and cold.
Suffering was my bed, sorrow my companion,
Suffocated,abandoned,lonely and broken
I learnt to bear my pain, silent, unspoken,
Then came the rain,
Gentle, silent, soft and soothing
Something moved, God whispered in my ear,
" If you die a single death, you will live a thousand lives.''
I surrendered myself into the embracing arms
Of my Creator, and my hard shell cracked,
I sprang up hasty and shy-it was a new life,
Live, live to give, life to give,
A thousand lives in others
Live to radiate beauty and goodness,
Yes, life is so full and purposeful.
( A poem by my niece, Sr.Laly Jacob Moloparambil.She teaches English at Mt.Carmel
Higher Secondary School, Kottayam )
Thrown on the ground rough and dry
Abandoned and uncared,
Lonely and forgotten
I felt an urge to break through my skin
Broke through I did a seed in the hard soil
Broke through I did to grow a stem to produce
Leaves, petals,blooms and blossom.
Day dawned,Sun set, clouds gathered in the sky,
Raindrops fell on the green meadow,
Winter peeped in ,Spring showed off
Summer cracked and dried up
I performed a miracle, a pink blossom
basking in the sunshine
The caresses of the breeze made my blossom quiver
As I blossomed out gently and beautifully,
Bees buzzed, fed on the nectar in the flower
Bees hummed, sang,danced kissing me
Gently as everything in me burst with gladness,
Tiny birds pecked at my blossom and
broke them off,
Flowers of all kinds expressed their love,
With a pretty nod of their heads
Life was happy and meaningful, everything was good,
Heaven dwelt at my door,
It was great to be alive.
'' Surely these days will never end,'' thought I.
Alas colors faded, petals fell,
Gone were the beauty and fragrance,
Gone were the butterflies, bees and songs,
No flower was I while falling on the hard soil high and dry
I pitied myself, wept bitterly
" From flower to seed and next?''
That just can't be,
" How can I die?' thought I with a sigh,
But die I did , buried I lay in soil so hard and cold.
Suffering was my bed, sorrow my companion,
Suffocated,abandoned,lonely and broken
I learnt to bear my pain, silent, unspoken,
Then came the rain,
Gentle, silent, soft and soothing
Something moved, God whispered in my ear,
" If you die a single death, you will live a thousand lives.''
I surrendered myself into the embracing arms
Of my Creator, and my hard shell cracked,
I sprang up hasty and shy-it was a new life,
Live, live to give, life to give,
A thousand lives in others
Live to radiate beauty and goodness,
Yes, life is so full and purposeful.
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