On the crowded busy street,
Of the country’s biggest commercial hub
Lay aside a strange noble,
In the laps of nature,
Calm, quite and …perhaps sober.
But the calm creature sitting quite,
Reveals every gentle truth of this world,
May it be sad, may it be delight.
Expressions seal the vocabulary of words,
Emotion, a true reflection of notions.
Alas! Caring could he be so great?
I offered him a penny.
Twice when I offered him,
My hands were stopped, not by my fiend,
But by those feeble hand which needed them most.
And a voice came soaring high,
And getting deep to my within-“SIR! YOU HAVE ALREADY MADE TO IT”
I was stunned, I was still
In utter silence, I cried out.
Those words came in a tedious surprise
“THERE LAY THE GRAND BUDDHA IN A DARK LANE OF INDIA ’S STREET”
I saw the incarnation of the divine,
Descend on the HOLY soil of INDIA .
Tears swept through my eyes….and,
A clause—“ INDIA ’S RISE” adhered to my voice
Sometimes watching something that to most of the mankind is a gloomy sight, imparts so much of light in our life that suddenly our own life looks like a gloomy one. The sight of a deprived one lying in the most adverse of conditions is a similar one.
ReplyDeleteWatching the plight of somebody who also calls himself a human and not being able to help them is something that makes us feel still more deprived. The question arises what being a human being I have done for another human........and sadly, the answer remains "NOTHING." We all are beggars here, extending our hands to somebody to seek help.......we all are BEGGARS!!!
I know its too hypothetical to contemplate but how beautiful this world would have been without poverty, without hunger, without beggary!!!
Nice poem!!!
Really a good one !!!!
ReplyDeleteBeggary and our helplessness !!!!
very good.
ReplyDeleteits awesome :)keep up !!
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