Sick Days
Jayanta Oinam *
Should I count my sick days
Or, should I count my birthdays
Either way, I have lost the count.
Good things do they come
But, did I ever asked my share
I know, I have lost the trail.
Never mind.
We have to respect the man,
The man who knows filth and dirt
But, do I have anything to do with him?
Let's see again:
The distrust that overlook the faith
And the wish that plays evident with the sin;
Are they a worthy couple?
May be!
In fact,
My body is a clay vase,
My soul is sinner's paradise
And my heart is placed little around the bend
A corner, where love digs faith!
This clay vase, often I paint dreams
But the soul sucks the heart
And the pastel sinner counts the sick days!
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) . The poet can be contacted at jayanta_oinam(at)rediffmail(dot)com . You can also check out his blog at Leitmotif
This poem was webcasted on December 28, 2009.
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