Am I A Part Of God? Poem by J T Jayasingh

A gentle breeze kisses my flesh;
Crimson, blue and white are
Painted in the sunny sky.
Is it a koel or a forest bird
Warbling to its full throat
May be for its sweet heart?
An innocent beauty’s aroma,
A mix of rose and jasmine
Rub my weary nose.
But as the dissolving sun
My mind is confused:
I’ve tried many a times
To prison my mind inside a cage,
To train my soul for a goal,
To make my brain study a field.
But alas all my walls crumbled down,
Goals and aims blurred away,
And fields bred further fields.
Slowly I’ve learned at last:
My soul is like wind, free
And light it has with no limit,
Good and bad all are mine,
Science and valley my dream will reach,
Desert and ocean my legs may tread.
Am I a man or an image of God?
At least by now I’m a part of God!

J T jayasingh