Pradip Chattopadhyay

(28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

The Cross


High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here sung no Christmas carol!

But still its heart flutters as it hears the Lord's voice
I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain!

Kind Lord mutters the Cross men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall!

The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
still hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross again on his second coming!

Submitted: Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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  • Susy Evelyne (12/20/2013 5:11:00 PM)

    I like this evocative poem, tinged with sadness and yet bearing the message of hope. I can picture the church, so well described in the first and last verse. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (12/18/2013 3:34:00 AM)

    Yes, the cross remains forlorn and deserted, reminding generations of the great suffering borne on it! Those who carry the cross in hands and hang it on their neck never realize the depth of sacrifice and renunciation, it symbolizes and never try to imbibe the essence of teachings of the one who chose to be the sacrificial lamb! !
    Enjoyed this great write! ! (Report) Reply

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