Poem By Parameswaran K V

He was handsome,
bowing under the weight of the cross,
bleeding from the flagellations,
yet pained at the thought
of the people that surrounded him,
for, they ‘didn't know what they were doing.'

He was handsome
as he marched on, step by step,
under the rain of scorns and aspersions
taking in his stride
the sea of sorrow that swelled in him
towards his relentless destiny.

He was the most handsome,
on the cross, hoisted between the thieves
humbling himself before the whole world
and laying down his life for the whole mankind.

Comments about Portrait

a brilliant portrayal poem of a beautiful life given so that we can live in a future with hope? ...............well written

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Gathering force,

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I stood there waiting
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Blessed are we
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I was not there
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wriggling in the slime
feeding them with the goodness of the earth.

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We sought man in God,