by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN">Lord, A Prayer
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"> Lord, I
wish I had hands
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN">each with
ten fingers.
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"> I could
then hold you
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN">tighter.
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"> I could
count all that money
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN">faster.
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"> How I
could catch the throat
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN">of my
worst enemy and best friend-
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"> that
would be so much easier
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"> And I
could be forever
in the
Guinness Book
mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:EN-IN"> Lord, if
I only had
"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:
EN-IN">a hand with ten fingers
"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-language:
EN-IN"> What More joy
What more joy
than writing poems
about you?
Red wine that flows
down the Samaritan's throat
can't be sweeter.
Bread loaves
turn to memory of your touch
what more joy
than writing poems
about you
just as bitter
just as mist
as my breath
frozen
in mid air
Last updated May 25, 2012