My name is name.
I have lived 38 years.
I am an outcast for my society.
I am a zero for my family.
My
way ends here.
Under
the bright sky,
Above
bare earth.
I
smelt the sandal of many
Dust
flew from there.
I closed
my eyes.
My
way ends here.
My way ends here.
People laughed and scoffed.
Men and women trembled.
Children saw the horror on my face.
My way ends here.
My way ends here.
I’ve no place to go.
I’ve got nothing to be happy.
I tilted my head, looked around
I met neither sympathy nor empathy
In any eye.
But fringes of robs.
My way ends here.
Heavens opened, no more dust
I heard a calm voice
Through the glistening tears.
I choose to fall. It said.
I choose to heal. It said.
He raised me up.
My way ends here.
My way begins here.
It’s a way of hope.
(Ref. Mk. 1:46-52)
Bro. Thykkattu Christy S.D.B
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