The Web Poetry Corner - Durlabh Singh - HANDFUL OF WHEAT
HANDFUL OF WHEAT
by
Durlabh Singh
For a handful of wheat
They sold a moundful of their pride
Driven by the demonic gods of nature
Who care only for biles and flesh
Trading gaps between hand & thought
Forcing one to resign
To the floors with broken zones
Bleeding feet and care of the gnats.
How cheaply do we sell
Our sheltered monotonous lives
The moments of inner reflections
The nights of inner strife
Then we are ready to depart with
Our deeper conscience the steeper souls
Then rolling whispering hurling
Set upon with those worldly hands
We cash crack and rip apart
The very threads of our bruised heart.