Theme: Prayer

One Ask

Against a wailing wall;
around a black stone
or before a mud god
they all pile up supplications.
Thieves, robbers, thugs,
perpetual serfs and their masters
keep on asking for more
and more from the same row of sin.
Eternally shy of begging
I plan only one ask.
Give me just a bit
but all in your measure.
Image © Hafeez ur Rehman


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Comments on this Poem

Comment "Give me just a bit
but all in your measure"

I would like to add that unsaid last line:

"That is infinite".

But God's infinite can't brook an antonym like "finite". Where would we hold it then? He is the ultimate trickster.

Your poem, as always, is great food for thought. Thanks.

Madathil Rajendran Nair4
24-Dec-2013 02:50 AM

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