Love Poems of Dr Abraham Karickam No. 1: FOR THE CONTACT

FOR THE CONTACT

As a tree with roots above

And branches down and all around,

Ever I long to reside in Thee

For sap in veins for me to thrive.

My cells dry up and cry for help

As they fail to catch contact;

With withering parts and dying leaves

Can I face the gathering storm?

It is after ages of penance

And passion such that never recedes,

That I got a chance to sprout

And grow in earnest hope and joy.

Numerous of my kin around

Run and die in scorching heat;

Had I shady bowers over,

They could relax and go in peace.

When deserts spread and oceans dry

And the Center sways in atomic tremor;

Can I hope to catch a  glimmer?                                                                              
Of that face I longed to see?

                                          Abraham Karickam