Gopika R P :: Tears of blood

Tears  of blood

-- Poem by Gopika R P

He sweats and pants 

He drags his feet 

Hot rays of the Sun

Had reddened his eyes, 

More reddish than the bricks he bore

Aren't they tears of  blood? 

Will the heat of his eyes 

Warm the heart of the father Sun? 

Off went the hands which are to feed,
Who  knows for sure
where they've  vanished?
Plunging him into the depth of  grief,

What celestial hands will lift him 

Off the ditch, he is in 

And pet him with the warmth 

Of love 

So that his crushed face 

Will glow 

With tints of cheer

That last for ever.

Gopika. R P, 

Headmistress. 

H S For Boys  Thevalakara, Kollam.