Prayer Poem by Gopalakrishna Adiga
Prayer
Lord,
plying the well-known pumps of heraldic praise
your hirelings bend double; others, gouty wagtails,
lick the land for crumbs; one snuffs his candle out
and seeks like a eunuch leech
the warm marshes in the cracks of light;
another sissy gives his back to the time-fed rumps
and sheathes his dagger deep.
Lord,
I am not of these.
—In Prarthane (Prayer, 1957)
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4/25/2024 10:17:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Prayer is a very important poem