Belief - Poem by Ajit Das
With so much of kneeling in obeisance
or perhaps only in ritual of habit
throughout my life,
praying for your benevolence
in snares strewn existence,
my wounded knees sometimes
refuse to bend further.
Yet, holding fast to my dream,
on I plod in the vast desert of reality
with the lifelong desire
to glimpse light coming from you
through clefts in clouds,
reflecting its radiance on my certitude
in a binding sense of faith.
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