Will gazing at the wall <br />Make it go away? <br />The paint brush pause <br />Over the child's scrawl? <br />The mob's daggers be shamed <br />By folded hands? <br />The builder skirt <br />A peepal tree? <br />The house spare space <br />For the sparrows? <br />Pious feet keep away <br />From temples <br />Not everyone can enter? <br />The eyes turn away <br />From the outstretched hand <br />Not remembering the starving nights <br />When one woke up dreaming of food <br />Lay staring at the wall <br />Wishing it would go away?<br /><br />Prabhakar Subramaniam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meditation-62/
