Don’t ask me why I did not share, a poem by Reginald Ajay Jacob, India

Don’t ask me why I did not share,

Don’t tell me that I am wrong,

My pain is my pain,

Why should I share it at all?

It is mine. I have got it,

I have earned it as a reward,

Why should someone tread with me?

As I tread on the edge of the sword.

My feet are stony,

My blood doesn’t ooze,

I can relish pain,

As, and when I choose.

Don’t venture here,

It is shattered glass,

It may hurt you,

Just please pass.

Neither shall I speak,

Nor shall you hear,

My pain can lead you,

In, the land of fear.

Let me walk in the valley,

In the valley of the shadow of death,

I am not alone he holds me,

He is there in my every breath.

I wrote this poem when I lost my job. My family members were there to celebrate my birthday, yet they never knew that I had lost my job. This poem was written way back in time and holds an important phase of my life

Deception, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Deception

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I have so many well-wishers,

Sometimes I can see through their smile,

Deception and inequity,

Which in their smile abide,

Lips of lies can be covered for sure,

Yet men of discretion can find it for sure.

Answer me, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

What is your answer?

When justice is denied,

When those who wait on thee,

Are day in and day out tried

I waited on thee,

Looked down from the sky,

If the earth is your footstool,

Then why am I tried?

She says it’s not a charity home,

What more do I need to hear,

Superfluous in words,

Do you know how words can tear?

Look inside me you will not find a heart,

Just a clot of blood you will find,

This clot binds all my frustrations and dreams,

Which you won’t ever find,

He made you at leisure

He made me in haste,

So you are honoured,

I am just a waste.

The garbage bin serves a purpose,

Even garbage is reused,

How can then it be,

That I am refused,

Heavens look down, repent ye sky,

Look down ye, who lives on high,

Let your tears keep dripping,

As thy servant, is tied.

May my pain cause you to bleed?

May thy wounds keep flowing again?

Only thy blood can relieve,

I have had enough pain.

I wrote this poem when I was refused a job, today I can look back and thank My God for all his protection.

My soul in its prison cries, a poem by Reginald Ajay Jacob, India

My soul in its prison cries

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

Whom should I tell,

What should I say,

All doors are bolted,

By the end of the day.

My soul in its prison cries,

None can hear it anymore,

I wear another cover,

To hide it all the more.

The burden of Atlas was hard to bear,

My burden harder still,

The heavier the weight

Of thoughts that kill.

Courageous die once, for all,

I die, again and again,

Pain crops up I bear it,

It makes me hollower and vain.

I am like a smouldering reed,

No hope for me in this land,

His promise shall only deliver,

That's the promise on which I stand.

Note -- The promise is in the Bible that Christ will protect the weak.

This poem was written in 2005 today I look back and thank Him for all His protection.

The poem was full of pain and burden yet, if you see the last line you'll find that the poet doesn't lose hope, as he is dependent on God on whose promise he is waiting. Wait on Him.

My hands are tied, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My hands are tied

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

My hands are tied,

Play the violin on my throat,

I am tied for sacrifice,

As if I am a goat.

Play all melodies,

Play them on my throat,

I am tired due to economics,

I am a helpless goat.

One more prey in the web,

Suck my blood as you like,

I have no power to resist,

Suck me as you like.

Hurt me with strokes of language,

Beat me with discouragement hundred times,

No power in me to resist,

Slice me as you like.

Let me learn from defeat

Let me learn as Man despise,

Even though they consider me worthless,

Yet for me, he paid the price.

Most worthless of humans,

Yes loved by my Lord,

It is sufficient,

In thee, I have all.

Note this poem talks about a situation in which the poet is rejected by all yet he finds his solace in the Lord. This poem was written on the 25th of January 1994