I wrote this about 3 years ago...I feel really self-conscious about showing my poems to anyone, it feels like I'm revealing my soul or something. self-presrervation and 'always keep people guessing' seems to be today's mantra..however I'm hoping this is inspire me write poetry again, someday.
Please leave comments... I will be glad to know what you think!
- Written by Srividya Chandrasekar
Why do you light fires
in the engulfing doom?
Why seek warmth from kinsmen's pyres
Which are but visions of your own doom?
Why has reason deserted you?
Why has hatred blinded you?
Why does love and peace seem
beyond reach to you?
Was the blood coursing through your veins
meant to become cold as ice?
Was your young mind, juvenile, yet kind
meant to execute plans to terrify?
Or has fear driven you away from my reach?
Has irrevocable become the path you tread?
Do you think this distance is too long to breach?
Nay, then you know not how a mother's heart beats
For if I mourn my child, who even the mighty cheer
Who fought courageous
and died exalted
For whom with pride I wipe my tears..
I also lament the loss of another
One who ran away from home
Who has lost his path in this world wild
My truant, missing child
I mourn you too, my dear.