Who am I?
A drop of water
A wave in ocean
A speck of dirt
A blimp among stars
A poet in making!
How many forces are at work
Were at work, will be at work
And for how long
To make me for who I am!
A time bound traveler
In shifting patterns of Universe
I inch forward, is all that matters.
At times
Will falters
Vision narrows
Aspiration weakens
Memory fails and
Fragile body refuses all commands.
And mind …….
So scattered and incoherent
Thoughts disheveled
Unresponsive to the call
Of life's higher demands.
The inner consciousness...
Its signals in disarray!
Hidden in the pile of unattended mail
Or sent to spam by some fluke automation!
The search is on!
It's but your saving grace
That I seek.
The tranquility of thoughts
The widening of vision
The rays of guiding light
A moment of stillness
In flow of time!
Its unsettling changes
So hard to accept!
To keep the heart open
For total surrender
So hard to come!
For Thy Will To Be Done!
Unsettling changes keep occurring without stop. One constant thing is faith. That faith will carry one through to the end I believe. All changes beautifully recalled in the poem.
The search is on! It's but your saving grace That I seek. A great poem, man is still unaware as to who is he, so many learned men tried to define man but all of them could only understand themselves up to a certain extent.
A fathomless insightful quarry on life has been made in this poem marvelously. Beautiful poem I appreciate. Thanks for sharing.. 10
Who I am and what do I seek? and why I am bound to this who and what to do... great spells of time and space.. and we are dirt or wave or drop for some seconds of life and ages of ego. beautifully expressed poem and prayer and feelings
A beautiful poem (prayer) highlighting our journey of discovery through and within life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is one of the best poems you have written, Savita! At our age I can so well relate to this poem, the mind yearning for many things, but our fragile body refusing all commands! The unsettling changes within and without agitate us and what we wish for is the descending of occasional moments of stillness! I give this poem a high rating!
Thank you so much Valsa. Your words mean so much to me.