Life is a tattered coat
Hung on me, a well-hammered peg.
Each day and each night
I put some patches—
Ironing out the wrinkles on the face
Cajoling joy to dance
And smile on unhealed wounds.
Tomorrow lies in wait
As the bright rays are out of His closet.
Let me welcome the ‘guest’
With a smile of renewed gesture
And embrace the hope
Beyond the wall of gagged grief
In the castle where silence speaks.
Whispers of muffled heart speak
A lot over my gloated lot
Golden letters studding to scribbles
On the eternal blank board I wear
Under my sleeve—
Life often hangs in the balance
With Joy and Sorrow, a pair of scales.