Belief Poem by Ajit Das
Belief
With so much of kneeling in obeisance
or perhaps only in ritual of habit
throughout my life,
praying for your benevolence
in snares strewn existence,
my wounded knees sometimes
refuse to bend further.
Yet, holding fast to my dream,
on I plod in the vast desert of reality
with the lifelong desire
to glimpse light coming from you
through clefts in clouds,
reflecting its radiance on my certitude
in a binding sense of faith.
A beautiful prayer by a rationalist. Appreciate the contents. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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4/23/2024 4:35:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your faith is not blinding it is the best in my mind at least. Questioning everything and weighing out the findings, stark realities of a cruel world, With wounded knees that sometimes refuse to bend and yet something personal and philosophically profound carries you through a vast desert of reality.....a perfectly measured and even inspirational write. Thank you Ajit.