CALVARY

How alone I was, and alone

 in the solitude of my prison

 of prodigality,

 in the full responsibility

 of my life's creation,

 in the single-minded 

determination of my purpose!

 On the small and independent

 island of walls of my home,

 a safe haven,

 I lived out my days,

 carving for hours the words

 of meaningful lines,

 the sounds that only

 within me were ever

 resounding, and the messages

 of the lines, 

doomed to transience,

 yet thought-provoking!

In the star-end of my inner microcosm's hall,

 A dear face's loving longing

 of my eyes' pearls

 A sudden waterfall

 of fierce pearls on my chubby face!

 And through the sometimes

 untrue hellish torture of life

 I tried to go through with

 a clattering stumbling,

 yet with an uplifted will,

 and to do the trying

 and calculating tasks

 of my existence!

And for once, 

my rabbit-hearted conscience,

 which had been constantly 

in terror and on the battlefield

 of self-pity and self-doubt,

 could be reassured as a unit

 of the soul of wholeness,

 because what I really wanted

 to achieve as a noble

 and definite compass-goal,

 paying great prices

 and soul-sufferings and

 suffering blunders, I achieved,

 because I was happy and indeed 

contented ought she to be,

 in whose heart the ticking ticker,

 with fully understanding humility,

 and as a sign of accepting admission,

 longed to know herself,

 and the weaknesses of her frailties!

 The labyrinth of my heart's vascular

 system beats ever more when an innocent

 but sincerely true pearl

 from the eyes of men asks

 admission through

 the gates of conscience!