You are there,
In the tenderness of new born,
the stillness of the pond,
the whispers of new morn,
the silence of stars and moon
Entwined in heavenly bond.
Yes, I know you are there,
in the simplicity of a single cell,
the complexity of myself,
in the gentleness of the rain.
Your grandeur straddles atop mountains,
the thunder and lightening booms your exuberance.
But,
Where are you?
when in your name,
brother slaughters brother,
earth opens,
swallows mother, sister raped.
Then battered and bruised,
honour killing they say,
leaving mouths agape.
Where are you?
when in your creation,
I see hunger, disease and devastation.
I see man, no respect for woman,
child not for parents,
and vice versa.
Love conditional.
Love, only for money and sex.
I’m but a human,
See only the indigenous
Help me.
I have no choice,
But to climb further to seek u
Teach me to take one day at a time.
21-09-08
What if he isn't anywhere. What if he's a figment of our imagination to comfort ourselves. Then, we are responsible. Maybe it's up to all of us to change the way things appear to be. We all want to be rescued from the evils around us. I feel stronger in thinking that I am responsible for my own existence and nobody is going to throw me a life preserver. But I am a good swimmer: I will not drown, and in fact I have saved 2 other people from drowning some years ago. If I waited for divine help, instead of acting, my son would not be with me today. The other person was a total stranger. Or maybe he was someone else.
Indeed a hitting composition! ...thoughts on conditional Love, honor killing & degrading social norms...your poem is just awesome. I couldn't stop praising it. well done.10/10
Anjali, A striking poem! A big interrogation mark for divinity's Jekyll & Hyde creations. In appreciation, BHARAT
'You are there in the tenderness of newborn In the stillness of the pond the whispers of new morn the silence of stars and moon'- - - We feel Him in our deepest heart - - - When doubt clouds our thought, we ask - - Where are YOU- -How YOU tolerate this injustice
A question millions have been asking since times immemorial. Faith is indeed tested when faced with some ugly realities but then there is joy and hope as well on the other side of the balance. And so we soldier on... A wonderfully penned plea to the almighty.
'Teach me to take each day at a time' It's like seeking solace in the arms of divine!
Yes! I am here? for what and whom u are/were searching? tum bhi na...........! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Hey! Are u there? Knock knock........ thak...thak........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you there? When hopes are hunted like a hare Are you there? When dreams are abandoned without care Are you there? When aspirations lies wounded and bare Great Write 10++++