Pauper’s Plight -Atul Singh

“Sweetest words are those, that connect two people” 

Atul

It’s the prettiest poem of all

yet who can ever write

words are just not good enough 

to have it come out right

It’s about love and hurt and flowers 

and thorns that make up life

yet when I try to write it

I meet the pauper’s plight

I can feel them, hear them, see them

trickling brooks and chirping birds

mountains, trees and heavens

and stars lighting up the night

I can hear the baby’s laughter

and heart wrenching mourner’s wail

I have felt fresh morning dew

and I have faced the fiercest gale

I have lost and found myself some

and sometimes I have cried

yet when I try to write it

words don’t come out right

Oh! I wish upon you lots of pleasure

and maybe a little pain

friend and family’s richness 

and also lonesome days

Wish that you experience nature’s bounty

and all it’s magnificent delights

and sometimes I hope you get lost too

in the dark and desolate night

I seek badly to know you

but just as much to be known

if you haven’t experienced what I did

my words cannot tell it to you right

when both have seen life from the mountain

and also from deep dark well

when both have experienced love and loss

some pleasure and some pain

then I can read you my poem

and you will feel it outright

my words won’t fail me then

and you will know my mind

But alas your life is different

so different it is from mine

the prettiest poem to ever be written

won’t get written yet awhile