The Hymn Of Mercy - 12 Poem by ramesh rai

The Hymn Of Mercy - 12

Rating: 5.0


You express Transcendent absolute
or to invoke the universal truth
or to cherish the concept
or the reality to tune my
instrument of action
and chasten all activities

The seven sound of the Vina
are injected with Your
secret than all secret
reflect Your discourses
As You are the Supreme Austerity

Please take me there
where I am free from all anxieties
my head must not bow
for my heedless action
the truth of passion
of the Supreme Height

Must not I to accept
the penetrance and
forgive me with the rhyme
of Your benelovence

Should I say you Eshwar
or Allah, God or any one else
I do not know your name
because I can not name
You of either
Because You are the father
I am the son
You are the creator
I am the creation
as a son or the creation
can not name the former one.

Any name given to You
is against the dignity of
the Supreme Authority

You are the single goal
of all religion
so, whatever is said
appears to be incomplete
in all respect.

My Lord! I can not
distinguish you
by giving
a name or a fame

You are the Omnipotent

You are in Ramayana
You are in Geeta
You are in Tripitak
You are in Bible
You are in Koran
You are in Gurugrantha Sahib
You are hidden in all the Holy books
So, bifurcating you in any mean
shall be my foolishness and nothing else.

Nothing in this world is Supreme Command
Nothing in this world appears to be your end
wherever I see
I see only You and You.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 23 April 2016

You are in Ramayana You are in Geeta You are in Tripitak You are in Bible You are in Koran You are in Gurugrantha Sahib You are hidden in all the Holy books So, bifurcating you in any mean shall be my foolishness and nothing else. Sublime thoughts, Soothing words, Sensitive poem! How i wish the people of this world comprehended the fact that God is One, whatever name you call. Ramesh Sir, you deserve full score for this beautiful 'Hymn of Mercy'. Thank you!

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Allemagne Roßmann 28 August 2011

Quite philosophical and religious...god made us differentiate so that we live happy in our boundaries as anish, anishuzzaman, annie, anno in many forms and combinatorics of same 'an' logic...we say we do not defy God by actually denigrating it through such religious and political slurs..

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