Misplaced (Poem)

Image by 愚木混株 Cdd20 from Pixabay

Patients who
hold fast to life
on their cancerous beds
are the worthy philosophers.

Artists who give away
little pieces of themselves
to every canvas
with an ignorant heart
are the worthy creators.

Teachers who
labour to raise
the wise flowers
even in the poverty of attention
are the worthy dream keepers.

Soldiers who
hold the heartless lands
with a solitary mind
and a pregnant heart
with a belly full of pain and love
are the worthy poets.

Monks who eat away
the “I”‘s
in a rock cave
with a candle of innocence
are the worthy moralists.

Doctors who
drug us for a surgery
and wound the soul
under the surgical lights
are the worthy lovers
with a radioactive smile.

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