M.D Dinesh Nair

Veteran Poet - 1,834 Points (Thrissur)

But I Closed My Eyes - Poem by M.D Dinesh Nair

I saw a poor man dying old and worn out
So poor that he died hungry and
While dying his soul wished to come out
But it could not.

The man`s frame was so weak with hunger wrought within
That he could not breathe his soul out
And it too died within his frame'!
He was buried in a graveyard
Where soulless corpses lay in peace.

I saw a god hiding for ever in his eternity
So invisible that none could see him
While hiding he did not long for a companion
And for sure he was not there either.

God`s hands were fumbling over the vast universe
That had long before taken him by fancy
And it was now dropping into the nadir of memories cold!
He stared at the infinite times ahead
Where unto a trillion prayers were still traversing!

I could have seen much more
But I closed my eyes!

Comments about But I Closed My Eyes by M.D Dinesh Nair

  • (2/20/2014 2:59:00 AM)

    God is and none could deny His omnipresence but is it wise to wait until the hungry one we see breathing his
    last......cause the abject poverty once again game of God beyond our comprehension...? We are mediums blessed with fortunes to serve lesser ones as children of God in the same divine place born.................Dineshji......really very touching..............
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  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (2/20/2014 1:23:00 AM)

    The God in each of us is blind
    And He maketh us look the other way
    When our brothers of hunger fall and die
    Or just beg for help and then wither away..........

    Touching poem......of real human nature
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  • Rajesh Thankappan (2/19/2014 11:04:00 AM)

    Though the world is full of ungodliness situations yet His supreme omnipresence none of us can dispute. However, I liked the poem very much. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/19/2014 6:44:00 AM)

    A fantastic write. I agree with you, I too feel feeding hands are superior to praying lips. But I am just talking on the basis of my experience...I went to temple, outside I saw may be 6 to 7 beggars sitting. I brought bananas, I thought I can keep on every hand one each. On seeing this two of them said they had enough, they dont want this..They wanted some vada paav. I took their orders then never, I turned back. This things happened many times..one of the beggar directly throw down the banana. Now I realised they are better than me. I feel I am too poor to give anything... Receiving hands are such, definitely one will close eyes. I know it is wrong to see everyone with same eyes....I loved reading your poem and I agree with you. (Report) Reply

  • Kavya . (2/19/2014 5:36:00 AM)

    a gud write Sir...just read thru the comments and agree that Yes, feeding hands are better than praying lips....humans should resort to noble deed and help those who are in need...........njoied reading, ., , , Thx for sharing Sir (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (2/18/2014 8:47:00 PM)

    It's always intriguing to contemplate the nature of a theoretical God even for those of us who don't feel a connection.
    I like the fourth stanza - a mesmerizing image.
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  • Xelam Kan™ (2/18/2014 12:52:00 AM)

    after reading your poem, beyond its poetic worth, i totally agree with your comments u have made against Valsa's inspired views...
    religion and life are two distinct entity or parallel lines....lack any conjunction.
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  • Dinesh Nair (2/17/2014 10:25:00 PM)

    Valsa Madam, the case of Lazarus [ AD 24-26] as the sole 'miracle' up the sleeves of Jesus cannot be quoted against the millions of hunger deaths till date. I closed the eyes or else I would have ended up with a much more drastic reaction. In my case my impatience has ever proved to be helpful. The odd miracle tales pertaining to a speck of an ancient and small habitat matched against these infinite underplay of mandatory acts hold no relevance. Thank you for your spirited ha..ha..
    Valarie, I always feel feeding hands are superior to praying lips. God, even if he/she/it were to be there, would be agreeing to this point and acting accordingly. Thank you for the comment.
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  • Valerie Dohren (2/17/2014 9:56:00 AM)

    It is for man to feed his brothers - wait for God, and we will wait forever (possibly because there isn't one?) . Fine write Dinesh. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (2/16/2014 11:00:00 PM)

    Dinesh, if you had kept your eyes open for a little more time, you could have seen the poor man, like Lazarus resting in Abraham's bosom! ! But you were too impatient to watch the propitious end.....! ! (Ha...Ha) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 16, 2014

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