THE CROSS I BEAR

                    i started

                   with step so fast and assured,

                   a trek for life

                   a trek for survival

                   armed with “papers” and confidence.

                   every corner i turned

                   every place i visited   

                   the story is the same

                   no vacancy please or milder;

                   we shall contact you soon.

                   i grope on,

                   day by day i stumble

                   on the rocky floors of offices

                   with hope that had died

                   ressurated time immemorable

                   i move about, a ghost,

                   with leg too worried for cares

                   with body tired but not retired.

                   the ghost is everywhere

                   dancing to the same rhythm

                   never leaves this realm

                   yet in another world

                   hangs on spider’s thread of hope

                   seeking what had been shared

                   long before I started dreaming.