indira babbellapati

Rookie - 106 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

At Khadervali Baba (Baba Metta) - Poem by indira babbellapati

High up on the hillock
Sprawling in all directions
It felt as if there's
No other world beyond
The wall that encircled

His last resting place-
Where he had spent decades
In prayer and cut off
From the physical world-
Echoed dulcet notes of
Unknown bliss that he
Lived in all through...

He's still there
For certain.
Under a spread of
Rose petals and perfume
Of saambraani filling
My empty mind and body

How peaceful and exhilarating
It was to be at the durgah!

We'er given
Rose petals to eat
Some water to drink
And were fanned with
A bunch of peacock feathers...

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2013

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