LIMA WORLD LIBRARY

POEM

I circle the same old questions, like beads on a restless thread, tying and untying

I live a thousand lives within one quiet span, where time and space dissolve into

That is precisely why the number of those who preach peace has grown so large.

On a starry, cold night, In a humble and simple nativity scene, Jesus, the divine

My life is a live-wire sky, sparks leaping from every forgotten wound.. a heartbeat that

I learned to run with hurried feet, chasing horizons made of fire— the wind behind

I learned to run with hurried feet, chasing horizons made of fire— the wind behind

No matter the economy of the forest, the lion will never eat grass. For destiny

Though scattered across the world, A rhythm of letters still shimmers in our eyes. Malayalam,

The world isn’t fair. Not in the ways we expect. It’s unfair in the quieter

As symphony of the dusk began to vane A bridge is seen in soft, forgiving

A writ of capture, a call to bind, A legal summons, justice to find. With

A tongue need not be sharpened to a sword, Nor drenched in endless tides of

When the chicken’s feet brush a human form, It’s no accident, but a whispered norm.

Like a lullaby in a cradle, the mother’s breast overflows with milk, As in her