Turn of the Road

For a long time I did what I do best
I wrote about my feelings
My happiness or
Pain.

But a turn in the road
A change in the wind
A new directive
Bends my mind
Something calls me
To challenge the waves
Too long in the darkness
In blind emotional caves
Something says that my own trivial
Troubles
Are not even worth another dust mote or bubble
I must be mindful and watchful
Revert the gaze
Too much suffering
Needs to be erased
Lack of food and shelter
Lack of time to rest
A baby ignored
While her mother slaves to death
See the resilience of the human mind
It will not back away
Everyone has a dream
And everyone hopes for a better day.
I won't cry for my troubles are the least
Lend those dreams a wing
Rise to be a human not a dumb
Insensate beast
They're angels in disguise
They flit without their wings
Shorn of their power and every material
Thing
They're test laboratories of this evolving universe
And they test what really matters
And its not atoms or molecules pulsars and quasers
Every time we lend  helping hands and everyday we are kind
We create a wealth of love and hone our human minds

We are perfection, we are all angels in disguise
When we act out of our conscience like
Cosmic Magis.
We can be God we can choose to be divine
Every time we see suffering as Ours
Not as yours or mine.
Every time you bend
to carry the cross
Your shoulders lend
To lessen another's loss
Write another poem sing another song
Not for your glory
But to lighten a load
Or right a wrong.

I am at the turnpike
There's no one here but me
But I can choose
The way I will go
The road no longer unidirectional
But bifurcated and every artery
Leads to bleeding human souls
Every story needs to be told
And I will take care
to take my turn
No longer linger
At the crossroads turn.

© Amrita Valan 2015