Island

You an island have become
An island large or small
But an island still
The stillness of the infinite will
Knocking on your door like a thrashing mill
But the robustness of your little pride
Could take you on an endless ride
You need to know it is just the hide
Peeling your own hide
Sure not an easy ride
Piece by piece if you tear
You will be unable to bear
Let this me get beneath your hide
In one piece it will fall by the side

Fall in step with my stride
For sure it will be an easy ride

Love & Grace

 
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Editor's Note

Editor's Note: This poem was first published in the print edition of Isha Forest Flower, 11 Nov, 2004.