The Lost Memories ...Jeava Mary Joseph

Long years back l came to the world 

 Mesmerizing the world of rationality 

I was born out of emptiness 

 I wished to fit neat within canvas

 I grew up like the flowers bunch 

Adorning the sculptured vase 

Lucky to have all colours in it 

Red, rose, yellow and white 

 Slowly l learned rules to paint 

 How to mix colors to make 

New ones known to everyone 

As blue to sky, green to bush 

 Finally l became skilled in art 

Experiencing sea of beauty 

Satisfied at applauding hands  

The lost days of happiness 

 Mastery of art caught my mind 

My heart pounded every time 

For not to learn, but to receive 

Losing thought of all around 

 I thought to be someone 

 I thought to be the greatest 

Finest and Unravelled 

At peak of mountain 

 Being high up in clouds 

 Many sites disappeared 

Kindness of heart 

Loyalty and compassion 

 Life is crooked like 

 Waves lashing shore 

 It set back turning all 

Black and cloudy 

 I was caught tight 

 In hands of illness 

 Sufferings around 

No one to care me 

 I saw no flowers of love 

 Hope of rain still distant 

Thinking of new comeback 

 Lying down bedridden 

Poem by Jeava Mary Joseph, XII C