Wednesday, January 24, 2007

A Poem

Her Story Nov 14 2002

Her eyes wandered into the dark sky

As if searching an answer to her cry,

Her face shone with tears flowing

As she looked into the emptiness looming.

The waters below shimmered,

As the moon quietly appeared

She held on the railing, her hands still shivered,

With unsure thoughts that emerged…

A solace was all she wanted

In her dull and grey life,

She had found this in her new friend

Who promised her a happy life without end.

They sat at length

And shared their thoughts,

Walked hand in hand and

Listened to the music band

She met more friends of his-

All in search of endless bliss.

They met faithfully

At their ‘den’ for a ‘shot’ daily

It seemed heaven when friends

Sat and shared their finds.

The smoke carried them often

To a land of fantasy and awe

Where reason seemed to blur

Giving way to visions to err.

‘Being pure is not the fashion

Trying all out is the new passion,’

Sang the friends in loud chorus

And danced in their world of chaos.

She laughed at the new found liberty;

And at the binding society

That often kept her chained

And left her dreams maimed.

Yet she heard a voice, or didn’t she?

A faint cry, was it a ‘No’?

She shut her ears and eyes

And followed her friends advice…

She woke up as the sun’s rays

Touched and warmed her face

Familiar faces surrounded her

With worried looks they pondered

What caused a girl so bright

To lose all health and end in this plight?

Mother and father teary faced

Came close to her and embraced.

The doctor arrived with a grim face,

And gave the details of the case –

The girl has AIDS, it can’t be denied

Her unborn child too is destined to die.

And then she felt deserted

The truth left her shattered

Her parents too now stood away

Too scared to touch her, no way!

Alone on the bridge she stood,

Weighing her thoughts for good.

A resting place was all she longed for

To put her soul at peace, nothing more.

“Come to me all who are tired

And I will give you rest,” said

A voice still and small,

But quite distinct from all.

She had heard this before

But could not place it where

Now she knew the Way

Of hope and life without pay.

With eyes that shone bright

With an answer that was right,

She walked away from the bridge

As the night grew light

The rays of the sun warmed the earth

And a new dawned on her.

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