Three Within

By K.Rajath

All lived not so amicably,

In a home of flesh and bone,

With a heart that beat in musical rhythm,

And a mind that was all its own.

The Kind Master of the home,

Favoured some, yet none were left bare,

Each emotion found its room,

Though none held full dominion there.

The Master gave them all enough to feed,

Though unaware of what they need—

In silence they fed, feasting deep

From morning’s blush to midnights sleep.

Like parasites upon their hosts they chose,

Draining strength with every breath.

Yet three dark brothers, strong and close,

Gained their might from every breath.

Anger, Sorrow, Joy—they were named,

Each to the sweet home fiercely claimed.

All hell breaks loose when they come in sight,

Mind games played with equal might.

Anger, ruthless, fierce, and loud,

Barking, trembling, ablaze with flame:

“This is mine!” he roared so proud,

“Out with all — I stake my claim!”

Sorrow’s turn then came in grace,

Soft and still, with rain-washed eyes,

Like a blossom , weeping in the rain

Whispering beneath the skies.

In a tone so low, forlorn,

With silent sobs that gently fall:

“I have known this place since born —

This, this home, is mine to call.”

Then Joy, like rainbows in the blue,

With laughter like a morning song,

Danced as peacocks love to do,

Forgetting all the right or wrong.

He laughed like temple drums,

Beating hard for gods above,

Never minding what becomes

Of Anger’s rage or Sorrow’s tear.

Who owns the home? This flesh and bone.

Anger, Sorrow, or Joy alone?

All have claim, all hold it tight.

This home is theirs by birth and right,

No other dares to stake the fight.

But when it’s gone, like husk shed from corn,

They too shall be gone with a mourn.

By K.Rajath