Worship Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

Today, the scorching sun rays
Pierces through my soul,
When I am down with boughs of sadness.
These people laugh at me
And I hate the roses,
Which had borrowed fragrance from you.

I am washed away
By the river of dewy tears.
I feel the heart’s ripple
In an effort to care for the forlorn love,
And the happiness deserts me,
The sleep evades when thoughts ramble:
I ask a question, to you my dear!
Why did you break my heart
And take away the all the peace I had?

I had liked to see you talk,
Smile the way you always did,
As my world revolved around you
Making you the centre of my thoughts.
But why did you inflict this wound
Which can never be cured?

Will the old days come back to me?
When you’ll occupy the altar in my heart,
I will cover you with the flower of my garden
And worship you to attain peace.