I know I can Share

I know I can Share

By Rajul Tiwari

In tyranny of pain, I woke up in nights,
In sense of no wrongs and no rights...
the soul inside the cage of the body
again flapped its wings in agitation...
for it could see the clear sky
still had to wait for the cremation...

No, I am not depressed but
it is the little death I live every day...
otherwise I just breathe when
I turn to you and pray...

Blessed with a talent, family and a home,
still my heart always seemed to hit the ribs so hard...
All the bonds  it received, always
severed the feeling of being hurt...

The poor little thing is the ever green flower,
which blooms in little smile and care...
Still it could not hold on enough,
as that "little" was kept to meager...
Unlike the bloom which is fondly remembered,
for the quality of being rare...

I stand alone gazing at nothing,
rendering my duties yet dealing with pin-pointing...
I am just trying to be there,
all that it takes to love and care...

I know that I can share,
I know that you will listen....
Because I know that no matter
what hue you gave to them,
you gave them an equal flight... dove or pigeon...