Indira Renganathan


At The Shore Of Chendur - Poem by Indira Renganathan

That you feel you're a captive
Globed for the Lord's pastime
In circles of benighted spheres
Immessurable your anger I know
From your abysmal depths oh, ocean
As you surge and surge to a tsunami
You're receded albeit agonized
A waste of chaos you roll on
On your inability to touch the Lord

What you think, I am? same and alike
A captive of oceanic emotions
Ebbing, ebbing tsunami-high agitated
Just to decline to fear's feet
A mistake of an unseen creatrix
This life ours for the Lord's pastime
Behold, those captive-crowds ever tearful
In vain attempt to wash the Lord's feet
Here I await my turn as you do..when is it?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011


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