I was feeling hurt
Bullied, desolate and bereft-
Sobbingly, I looked out
For those firm hands,
A masterly voice
And for drawing solace.
Travelling bare feet
Withstanding hot sand and Sun
Before I could give up
He would lift me on his shoulder,
The mightiest and strongest of the men-
I would've nothing to fear.
Many of the storms I weathered
Hardly left a scratch mark-
I saw the nature's fury
Ravishing everything
Ruining man's pride,
Yet I had sound sleep
No worry in the mind.
I don't remember any great pain I'd
Of hunger, thirst or fever.
The stout hands cared-
The love was unconditional
Enveloping my world.
Decades later, now
Upon hearing something unpleasant
Or at irregular times
I would hear the same voice feeble though-
"There's nothing to worry my son
For there's God
He has His hands upon you
Like I held your hands once
And He knows His job well.
Never to feel low
Or let down
Have your faith on Him
Trust me He exists
Nothing could be there
Without His wish."
A very touching write on Aastikya, faith. Good poem. Rated 5 stars
He is always in search, but no ine has exactly located him. But of course, have felt Him. Great monologue. Great effort, dear Poet.
It is a poem of great spiritual depth.It is a realization that the hand that gave support to you in all storms , the one who loved and took care of you is also a part of greater force Almighty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing could be there without his wish... the absolute truth! A wonderful poem...5 stars