Art of Cimeries

You gave us breath,
That which you taketh.
You gave us life – Soul.
Warm meals & milk in a bowl.
You never say thanks,
Nor cry by the riverbanks.
You both hold & take it in –
Everything we throw in a bin

Leaving us with the good – Sometimes the rude.
But at the end of the day… we’re also crude.

We detest your ways
Which brought upon bad days.
However… We do not hate you.
Stained with both bloods… We still love you.



Poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam