The Lost Song Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

The Lost Song



Lord,
I have made of this life a blank sheet of paper,
Write on it.

Write on it
Those old songs
That like my earthly father
You sang,
When in the sunless light,
You first thought of me

When this dome
Swathed in starless dark
Lay still in the womb of infinity.

When from your dream
Like a flower
From the bud, I rose,
A flicker of your own glory.

Only us two were there,
You and me.
And I loved you with all my heart.
I prayed
That you never let me go.

Why then did you let me go?
Oh why?

Little I realised oh Lord of the senses
That having been alone
You also wanted to enjoy your creation,
Through me.

That song
Had remained unsung,
For together with sending me down below
You also gave me a free will,
To love you ever
Or to forget you.

Since then,
Attracted to this world
Tied to the frolicsome senses
I forgot.

I forgot
Those songs of love
You wrote in my heart,
Till the secret of free will dawned.

Sunday, June 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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