In A Fragile Tone - Poem by Prayag Saikia
God does speak sometimes
Not like the ‘elan vital'
But merely as a meek human - - -
"Too tired I am.............
Too tired I am............."
In a fragile tone.
He repeats and regrets for his omnipresence
As a sermon-teller in the devastated mount of the heart.
Shackled by fear
The man builds his shelter in the mirage
And falls in the same trap of self-immolation.
The waning truth wishes to hibernate;
No more verses from the Gita,
No more sermons to be drawn
To ignite thefire.
The sacred legendary fire,
That demarcates good from evil, should sleep
When darkness and silence both are soothing.
From an earth of fearless heart
God wishes to depart.
"Turn the leaves of ‘WAR AND PEACE'
A weak God repeats"
"You'll find a strikingline - -
Love is renunciation."
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