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VIPINS PUTHOORAN
*Blessings*
I gazed at a candle light in twilight
Burning under the baluster of a churchyard
And its fluctuating flame in soft breeze,
Can be withered its wick in a wildwind.
But I see white doves too under the eaves
Fluttering its wings and muttering murmur.
Thou' the Priest preaching about salvation,
At the red-carpeted pulpit.
Th' Chevaliers are still indulg'd in the rain of words
With their fluid-filled ears and vacant hearts
Lo! Heart of man is the art of God.
But his sculptured mind is fading its purity.
Tho' blessings from God is still flaming for us
Our heart is always searching for darkness
And if you ne'er come closer to get the light
That burning for you and me,
It will be melted like the candle.
An' we'll always be wandering in curse! ! ! !
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Beautiful poem with the back dropp of the sanctum sanctorum with the candle burning down and God's love flaming for us, we sinners, groping in darkness! ! Great diction! !
Heart of man is the art of God.
But his sculptured mind is fading its purity.....these are the two lines I loved and thought about deeply, really loved this one :)
I don't have words to comment upon this master piece which portrays the mind of human in simple words yet in powerful way. Thanks for sharing!
The combination of words here are very touching. Thank you for sharing this image. Peace, S.
What wonderfully creative and thoughtful mind you have, another excellent poem.
I too think that the 'blessings from God is still flaming for us.' And hopefully some day, we will come to this realization, and 'get the light burning for us, ' before it 'melts like a candle.' Very profoiund. Thanks.
This is wonderful poetry! We are all like candles in the wind...I loved the line, 'Heart of man is art of God'...contemplatingly beautiful...
Jeepers-creepers! It has been highlighted in the poem as modern man is moving away from god, away from nature, away for humanity, away from good, he rushing like fool for bad things. These line have become my bowl of cherries...............
'I gazed at a candle light in twilight
Burning under the baluster of a churchyard
And its flame fluctuating in soft breeze,
Can be withered its wick in a wild wind.'
Noble work with noble passion - A well articulated and drafted poems of yours. Two hands went up - one to pray god to change the attitude of the little man and another for the poet for his noble message. Perfect 10+++++++
Its a joy to read something that has a spiritually enlightened message, and meditates god as being a journey and not the destination. Very serene and pure of Joy.
open the door, instead of complaining of noise, when oppurtunities knock on ur door! !
u aptly conveyed this message - nice poem.