Yours, In all earnestness

I am the faint hearted angel,
The one that cries as you sleep,
Who hopes that you’ll never know,
that it’s not for me that I weep.

My shoulder, my hands, my heart
I offer unto you in eagerness
My tear, my smile, my sympathy
Were yours in all earnestness.

The cries of a thousand Gods deafened me,
I turned to see an infant cry.
The divine candescence that blinded me
Was a rusty lantern in a poor man’s shack

I gleefully painted your colorful dreams,
Long after the bedtime story,
I returned the tears I wiped off your cheek
As dewdrops on the morning glory

A butterfly alit upon my shoulder
A rainbow adorned the sky,
Everything changed and it hurts no more
For now, I chanced to see your smile.


Afternote: I dedicate this poem to Sophia Prakash who probed me to think in these lines.