In the pathless darkness stumbles the heart
Stammers to a figureless somebody
Looks into the farther space for help
Pregnant with woes, in a flash
Remembers the returnless days of sentiments..
Atonce offers an oblation to the deity -
An yellow cloth pouched with coins
Prays and prayers infused, obstacles preyed
Wishes blessed, woes warded off..
Trust!
Just does that coined turmeric- pouch
Then atlast surrendering the divine treasury
Sentimentally blessing one ofcourse!
another practise of ours wellpoetised..they do have a temple near madurai where they cut a coin into two and offer it to god..interesting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trust! Just does that coined turmeric- pouch Then atlast surrendering the divine treasury Sentimentally blessing one ofcourse! .......much sentimental lines having lofty theme. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.