Amidst miles and miles
Of undulating desert sand,
A lonely cactus stands!
A lonely sentinel of the desolate planes;
Where nothing grows or survives,
Amidst the burning sands of time,
And the blazing sun above.
What prompted this lonely crusader
To venture forth and grow,
I really donot know!
Perhaps it teaches us a lesson
In perseverance, patience and
A domineering will to survive;
Or is it survival of the fittest?
It is for you to decide.
As for me, the cactus tree,
Is a symbol of divinity!
Its body adorned with numerous thorns,
Reminds me of the thorny crown
On Christ’s head,
As He prayed from the cross
Seeking forgiveness for mankind.
The cactus, -mocked, abused and
ridiculed,
Stands its ground with steadfastness.
And with time, on the sable green
Body of the cactus, tiny little exotic
Red flowers sprout and bloom,
Like the drops of blood
Which fell from the Holy Cross!
Yet, within its veins there flows
A divine, radiant, white blood; -
An ageless symbol of martyred
Purity!
i feel Seema has said everything this poem is about. your unique perception and quest for truth, the analogy of cactus and Christ are remarkable, and the poem concludes on a spiritual note. great write Raj.10+++ goes to my fav list Mamta
A rare observation...a unique idea of comparing cactus to crucification....while the whole world is turning out to be a scorching desert....the cactus becomes metaphor of renunciation and the imagery of a yogi meditating on thorn bed. great insight!
I admire the clear language, the flow of thought, the subject itself and how you manage the discourse. You're a brilliant poet. I love this poem! You get a 10 from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
has anyone ever think of cactus as one's role model? yes, i do! a wonderful read, captain!