Your Glory - Poem by Ajit Das
Vaguely conscious of your presence
in idle moments, while speeding through life
with frenzy, I seek your benevolence, yet
fail to piece you together in all your glory.
As the dark lifts in the morning sky,
the landscape unfolds its pattern of hues,
sunbeams light up the celestial screen,
flashing as though your luminous image.
When the sun beats on a blazing noon,
gusty winds raise dusty storm, whirling
dead, old leaves, spreading a veil of haze,
your mystic stature looms on the horizon.
Again, in a dark and violent night,
as clouds gather, winds howl, something
moves down the mind’s willing incline
into fragile dreams of my little destiny.
Yet these snapshots alternate between
hope and despair, uncovering fragments,
while groping for the thread that seams
your whole face in a strange fabric of faith.
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