The End of Suffering

 

The young one’s sighs; the mother’s tears, 

The father’s cries; the old man’s fears.

Suffering - Oh it I can’t take;

But suffering - Oh! It is here to stay!

 

Buddha said desire’s the vice;

For Mohammed - a way to Paradise,

The Hindu says : Karma!

Maybe the next life’s not so dire.

 

The young bride lifts her head,

Lying on her wedding bed.

‘Tis here that her dreams will rust;

The bridegroom has turned to dust.

 

If desire; then no end to pain,

Not to desire is a desire again!

If Paradise it will assure:

Give me more! Give me more!

 

The little girl cries; lets out a sigh,

The cancer has spread; death is nigh.

Her body hurts with her every move;

But Mother’s heart aches much more!

 

If this is life, then kill me; Arise.

You may just send me to Paradise!

Or to peace that the next life hosts,

The Christian tells me it’s a hoax!

 

The father – Oh so loud he cried;

His young son had just died.

Oh! Had the killer not stabbed twice,

His hope in old age would have survived!

 

Life doesn’t end here; there’s eternity.

Suffer you have to; a fallen world’s not the best.

A few years on this side, on the other - infinity!

Live here as you ought to, and focus on the next.

 

For maybe there is purpose and form;

To all the suffering that you have borne.

Maybe it wasn’t because of what you had done,

Maybe there’s a reason one cannot fathom!

 

One day will I it fully understand;

When in front of my Master I stand!

Then it will all make perfect sense I know;

Things now am too naïve to comprehend!

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Life

L i f e

Life, it feels so easy when you're a child,

Though born into a world so big and so wild.

What worry is, you do not know;

When love is all you need to know.

New relationships are made by just a smile,

And a little crying gets you anything worthwhile.

When you're hurt, when you are scared,

To your mamma you run, crying.

And in her warmth all your fears, all your dread;

Melt like ice and your heart, it becomes so light.

The sore limb feels better, and you smile;

Because you're scared not a longer while.

The years like minutes pass by, and you grow up;

A child this moment, a responsible adult the next.

People, situations, relationships come along they all,

You're grown up and think you can take them all.

People change, relationships break and like ever,

Luck, she seldom seems to do you any favour.

You want to run, you want to hide;

But big boys don't run to their mothers and cry.

All that trouble leaves you lonesome and weary;

With a heart that's heavy and a feeling so dreary.

In despair you cry into your pillow all night;

Promising, tomorrow you'll come up with all might.

You hear a voice deep inside; powerful but mild,

Reminding you, you're grown up; no more a child.

It says you'll get over it like a hero true.

And you cry yourself to sleep hoping it's all true,

Wishing you still were a little child,

In your own little world gone wild.

The Rhyme of the Limping Kittens

The Rhyme of the Limping Kittens

There was just the three of them;

One was the mother, the other two kittens.

Came into my room the other day,

Scratching my toes and nibbling at them

The kittens made my day a very happy one.

I opened my door and out ran one;

And before I could stop down it went.

All three floors and just one more;

Before it kissed mother earth hard.

It gave a fit and then lay still.

I thought it had died but they;

Say that a cat has nine lives.

It moved, though after a while;

And while it strained to walk with a limp

I was grateful I had the other imp.

That one I named Sasha, and full of life was she;

She pulled its tail and bit its ear,

Though its response wasn't very clear.

What a joy it was to watch them play;

Sasha and the kitten that limped away.

And then it happened, Sasha fell;

Not unlike her brother just had.

It broke my heart to see her limp.

No longer did she scratch my toes or nibble at them,

My day thus ended a very sad one.

MY FRIEND

Oft I’d been annoyed by the looks of a man;
The way he talked, he spoke, or thought.
“Cant stand the way he looks, he walks,
He talks” – Seemed to be my favorite speak.
And now my friend I tell you how it all came to cease.

'Twas just another day in my busy life,
When in walked this great young man.
He was a person I liked and soon
Became much great and close a friend.
As for me there was never a happier man.

But the philosophy of my life kept its pace;
And soon it started all again,
“Cant stand the way he looks, he walks,
He talks” – Seemed to be my favourite speak.
It ended in my telling him something I now wish I never did.


“Poof” – He vanished the moment I said;
A messenger of the Almighty stood in his stead.
My knees gave way and I trembled.
“Do not be afraid”, said he, “For I’ve come to tell”,
“Your friend was, in another form, you yourself!”



A.J. MATHEW
February 6, 2005