SHUDDERING OF PAIN
By earnest studious, by thoughtfulness
my life has been made up
quietly bestowed on faith
peaceful and innocent increasing
my knowledge day by day.
Fair is not the oath of Virginity
or the clear shelter before your birth
that holds and cherish all burdens
arising before your first love
and your first cry of mirth.
While thus suffering under my body,
a tortured soul by some black trouble
but with an intense absorption
of all visible objects in the world
still I feel the sun burning upon my face.
Within that gleam ,a secret token
nervously viewed as a happy shadow
set on my naked feature, my bare forehead
and marked with a quiet beam
to speak for my lips, shuddering of pain.
April 2016 ©k.c.