A Prayer Of Gratitude Poem by Mamta Agarwal

A Prayer Of Gratitude

Rating: 5.0


I know I have lost
Touch with the core of my being,
Where you forever reside
When I get swept by sensory delights.

The euphoria lasts a short while,
You never chide and welcome with a smile,
When I in torment feel compelled to crawl within
Ever forgiving, you embrace and illumine

The Divine light permeates my every cell,
And I feel safe at the alter where you dwell.
All I need is to sit at your feet
And not get swept by these worldly treats.

I admit at times my will is weak,
In all honesty the truth I speak.
The realization has finally dawned
The world and its promises are a mere illusion.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rema Prasanna 07 July 2008

A significant write.. I share it from my heart.. I feel the same way... not once but many times.... difficult to find a genuine face to share your depth... Bitter expereinces teach one to be cautious and make believe in pain that world and its promises are a mere illusion... Is there any one to change? ? ? ? A very good poem I read today.. Thank you for sharing this..10 and more.. Rema

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Vidyadhar Durgekar 07 July 2008

If you ask me the world itself is an illusionary experience, whcih we feel is the existence in human level of understanding which may or may not be the truth... An wonderful poem.......................

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Rani Turton 08 July 2008

Sometimes one's troubled mind needs peace and an other-worldly tranquillity. Thanks Mamta.

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Ravinder Malhotra 13 September 2008

Nice to read it early in the morning....5: 20 am

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Sathyanarayana M V S 22 July 2008

i wish i can write like u in simple language expressing an ocean of feelings. you are Madam certainlky great! ! ! sathya narayana

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Sarwar Chowdhury 20 July 2008

Astonishing poem! A thoughtful piece no doubt. The last verse has captured the wisdom. of course 10/10

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Dr.subhendu Kar 13 July 2008

the gratitude when graced by the belief, trust when true delved from faith within................introspective insinuation lusciously accorded by the gleams divine, ingenuity never be perplxed on its face of flame even if being illusion, well penned, thanks for sharing

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premji premji 10 July 2008

Dear Mamtaji, Life is the creation of mind Sure it's a gift of God! Good write

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