Inconceivable Inspiration Poem by DILIPBHASKER MATHRA

Father, the Sun is scorching above
In the sky and the deep penetration
Of flaming heat every where
No one is seen outside any where
Even the drowsy dogs are out of sight
In this mid summer day
But thee alone in the field
Working tirelessly like one
Who wants to compete with the destiny
I cannot imagine such a terrible wish
Thou nourish for someone
Like obeying ancestral voice
That shocking truth sounds like
Rumbling of painful penance of thee
The most trusted son of the soil.
Amidst the cracking immortal
Blows of the fuming sun
Unmoved with strong determination
Thine spade breaks the rocks beneath
And set the soil for the seeds of
Numerous hopes of crops, until
Thy sweat pours below
Like a stream of holy water
Thy generous but intense determination is
Free from all mental depression
Thou never hath any thought of own satisfaction.
But to intensify all by infusing monotonous
Eternal ethos to strive and to be
The custodian of the nature, the soil
Thine ambition is to assemble all fellow beings
To join back to this earth’s glorious altar
Thy perspiration will washout
All the vague feelings from me of ye
And unfold the vision of tomorrow
In my tender mind once for all
Father, therefore thy son stands here
As if like a spectator praising thy spiritual wisdom
As inconceivable inspiration.