Blessings Of The Lord At Amarnath (Jammu & Kashmir-India) - Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
I saw on video the pilgrims
climbing up towards Amarnath,
cheering the name of the Lord.
The music of a mesmeric song
took me off and made me one of them!
“ The sozzled boozers extracting money
even from the hardcore atheists
and exhaustisng the idol of Lord Vinayaka
by carrying Him through all the lanes
have come up the mountains to prostrate before You.
“They will be the first to be blessed”, I said.
“ The dolly-bearers of a different faith
and the dog-tired, impounded ponies
who carry the weak in this tract are the first”,
a divine voice from the vales around I heard.
“ I’m sure, the ascetics whose souls aspire
to a seat at the feet of the Lord
but their bodies perspire swimming in the sea of lust,
are coming up to decamp with Your grace.
They will be the second to be blessed”, I vowed.
“ Risking life from the threats and cold,
leaving their families far off,
the soldiers with loaded guns smile
to assure the panicky worshippers”.
The painful voice was from the sky.
The unbidden officers and bigwigs, trudging
to romp home in the march to be blessed
and swelling the hundies with ill-got booty
will be the third to be blessed”,
I murmured as in a closed chamber.
“ The rustic dodderers crawling up
praying for the dawn of life
to have a glimpse of mine,
trekking with ease and descending with peace
will be the third to be blessed”.
Now the voice was from the iced-streams.
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