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Sometimes a visual disaster comes as a hidden blessing. At times, you never know how the Lord appears to mend your lives. I hope you enjoy this on the occasion of Good Friday.
I took off fast on my horse
when I saw the forest on fire
You, who had ventured deep
amidst the pines, a while ago
dried as they were in the heat
scorching it was, this summer
a fire had started somewhere
had built itself now into a crown.
The logs of timber reduced to tinder
the horse though nervous did speed
through streaks of fire amid crashing pine
the dense smoke had made us to wheeze
wasn’t getting difficult for us both
could we surrender to the elements?
when you were there somewhere
lost yet near, waiting to be found.
As we gate crashed the rising flames
we did spy a patch of grass where
you were seen lying unable to move
with a heavy branch having fallen
that felled you as it came down
Tying the rope to the half burnt log
I asked my dear steed to back off
And then was, the tinder got moved.
I pulled dear you from underneath
Just as the fire seemed to engulf us all
‘Down you kneel’ I cried out to the horse
Helping you who could not now stand
to mount the stallion who was once
a part of a long forgotten battalion
then I jumped on to the stirrup
And how we sped, only the Lord knows.
With the fire singing on our heels
He stopped only when we were out
of the woods which had caught fire
But it kindled the lost love in us
never any fire can burn it down
nor the earth can engulf us down
partners we were, we will remain
Till these burnt woods remain…
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Celebrating today on the eve of the occasion of Holy Thursday
On World Poetry day, here is my contribution for my readers:
When it simmers in the summer
as it freezes in the winter
when it floods during the rains
as it dislocates during landslides.
When it pours lava from volcanoes
as boats gets capsized in swollen rivers
when the earth shakes during a quake
as an epidemic swallows a community.
When hunger and thirst is rampant
as there is no pay after work
when there is no food to buy
as there is no shop in sight.
When you get ransacked by robbers
and animals take off your dear ones
while there is no water to drink
as the light goes out of your sight.
While the limbs get distraught
as the organs in the body fail you
when fire engulfs homes and dreams
then a disease lays you low.
That is when you think of Him
who though appears nowhere to be seen
still watches over you, to see
how you conduct yourself
when life’s woes befall you …
The Saint of Shirdi in whom I met my Guru 40 years back when I visited Shirdi and whatever I am, I owe it to him.
He had always stressed on us following 2 things in life. Shraddha that is faith in the Lord and Saburi that is patience in Life.
Here is a lovely poem from Bindu on the importance of following the principles asked of us by Sai.
I grow straight up as years go by
from where I can see you below
while trying to eke out a living
going nuts with pressures in life.
The bark, the fronds, the husk
the nut flesh, the water and oil
do know I got everything to offer
as food or fuel to run your life.
Taste the milk from the nuts
enjoy the pure coconut water
you can eat the sweet ripe flesh
all you need to help preserve yours.
While stranded on a beach
waiting for help to arrive soon
pray to get an instance of me nearby
have the sense to break open the fruit.
To feed your thoughts and good self
do plant my seedlings and see me grow
you won’t be disappointed ever in life
for the Lord did make our lifespans equal.
The high winds struck the stricken boat
with only a lone survivor that was me
the torn sails that resembled some flag
the ropes holding on to it now in tatters.
Fresh water was as scarce to get now
like water in the expanse of a desert
my heart came close to my mouth
whenever the boat somersaulted.
No life was in sight anywhere near
save a lone white bird in the distance
was that a friendly albatross circling
checking upon me and giving me hope?
I look up on my rations, my treasures
how valued more than pieces of gold
no sight of land or rocks or any ships
how long Lord will I endure this state?
My plight echoed by the crying bird
it kept me company circling for long
my eyes riveted on that hovering giant
how long I know not as I rested below.
Left to my tidbits of biscuit and water
I was to wait till good providence came
patience now a virtue, as was meditation
was I glad to see a ship coming this way?
As they finally hauled my good self up
a bird that had kept up with a lost sailor
had now vanished in the misty evening
wonder who it was, that gave me hope?