Discovering Dynasty Of Deities - Poem by bakuli bhakali
I counted upon and could not number
Looked upon and did not see
A single deity in the day
Except the one shine in the morning
Yet, there’s a giant dynasty of deities
Am I an atheist?
So, I don’t see any? !
I believe not
There were many on my list
Who were atheists and sinners
Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed and sloth
They’re just common
There were the ones
Committing greatest of the greater sins
Probably, one committing all I listed
Yet, they saw the king of the kingdom
If not in the morning
While in their death bed
Does that mean we’ll see them only in nights?
Before we retire after a busy devoted day?
What if I don’t? There’s no guarantee.
What if there’ll enough dark dining with me?
And I’ll miss them even if they come to see.
Shall I shunned the doors and windows
Before the dusk?
Neigh! Worshippers who were greater devotees say
They ride the chariot of light
So much light! !
That’s enough to rip the dark of the world
The one we see in the morning is one in many
And even the wisest of the devotees don’t know how many…
Then in that light I may go blind
What shall I do to see the stars in the daylight?
Shall I visit the temple?
But what if they live in the mosque or church or Gurdwara
Or in some unnamed sacred place of the world?
They’re too many
I won’t be able to visit them all before the nightfall
Worry not! they don’t live there
If they would there won’t be so much dark coming from these places
Don’t you see morning news?
Each kills the other to claim theirs the best
It won’t happen in god’s nest
What shall I do and where shall I go?
I thought and thought …
Searched and searched …
Found no answer
Accept the one
Haste not dear …
Harbor no fear
Keep mind clear
Without any tear
Wait and see
Besides doing the work assigned to thee!
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