Thine Poem by binti laye

Like a feather thrown towards a furnace
Guided is my path through a funnel
Had I the will I would dig a tunnel
But I am transfixed by your barrel

The ringing bell louder than the clarion
Would a picture drawn by a crayon
Spring up fast and fight like a lion
This is a beast caught by its tallon

The maharaji recites from the scripts
Scribed he said by the spirits
His gaze smites my troubled soul
But trapped I am like a doe

Day by day I cling on to you
Like a toddler tied to its dough
A paddle in my arm I will row
But in thy hand is a bow

Ears I have to heed the guru’s plead
Hidden in your palm is a blade
Joy thy way if I bleed
All I have done is heed thy bid