No Prayer For My Grief. Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

no prayer for my grief.

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o god!

this is no prayer for my grief

but one for those unfortunate souls

who shun the joys YOU have scattered

everywhere around profusely on earth-

not because of their own folly

or selfish searches of futile prospects

but of a nagging mental deficiency -

lost in their lonely world of gloom and pain

words forsaking, thoughts numbing and life stagnating!

let freshness blow about them

and joy visit their hearts

the cheer of the world stir their cells

the songs of the sun unfurl their folded souls

and the eyes speak of their liberated life!

let me wash your feet with all my tears

no more strength have i

to suffer their voiceless pain

and i die each moment each day amidst their plight

and feel guilty to enjoy your endless gifts

leaving them forlorn on the highways of life.

or teach me the ways to bring them back on their rails!

it is like serving delicacies, keeping them tied

or granting them eyes but depriving the vision -

scriptures shout 'YOU ARE MERCIFUL! '

MAY YOU PROVE THE SCRIPTURES RIGHT.


-s.chandra kalaadhar

29.12.2012 /saturday /9 p.m.