By Shail D. Patel
Pain trains an undisciplined mind.
I will end yours if  you end mine.

Little feet, little feet are playing
Hopscotch among the landmines.

Hope has worked miracles before.
If  yours didn't, how can mine?

I could have learned to welcome night,
If only  you had been mine.

How dare you put words in God's mouth,
Shail?  Why not. He put ashes in mine.

Source: Poetry (October 2007).


This poem originally appeared in the October 2007 issue of Poetry magazine

October 2007

Poems by Shail D. Patel

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SUBJECT Religion, God & the Divine, Other Religions, Social Commentaries, History & Politics, War & Conflict, The Spiritual

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