I am a half read book resting on the mantle
A half read mind that keeps flitting here and there
A half moon wasted in bare skies to condescend
A scene that began not knowing how it’ll end
Am I a hopeless second class creature
Jack of some things and master of no future
I would hate to end in a junk box like dead
So I invoke the angels to come to aid
To grant me strength to achieve my life’s object
Be able to work for the welfare of bereft
Let me not just write words to cheer the depressed
But act on them serving nectar to oppressed
©Sunila 21/06/2016.
The opening line, ” I am a half read book..” sends the reader on a thoroughly engaging and delightful ride,brilliantly realised by this gifted author.
A sublime poem uncovering, initially , diffidence and , ultimately,empathy.