Heartfelt

Thou created me, as an image of thee,
To the world expected to be full of glee,
Thy image is in me and in that of the poem,
Is something missing in this little Tome?

Have you ever watched him with your spy,
Thy should hear the hymn of cry in his sty,
This world of scam is not of my thought,
Does not man think, what life has taught?

The earth is big with two extreme poles,
But the heart, filled with horror is a hole,
Father, I was born with the original sin,
Is this the world and life for me to be in?

The thoughts pour as branches in a tree
To express is a big deal because we are not free.

S. Preethi Evanchaline

II BA English