Musings of a Blind Bard - Surdas

by Rajeev Menon

In the midst of gloomy darkness,
I sense a halo of radiant light.
Is it you my charming Lord,
Who has deprived me of sight.

People talk of a colorful world,
Of myriad hues and dyes.
My inner voice slowly whispers,
That you possess the color of the skies.

The rustle of the cool morning breeze,
Renders the magic of your flute.
Your charming smile my enchanter,
Conquers the mighty without dispute.

The sparkle of your diadem,
Humbles the blazing sun.
Joyous I tread the divine web,
My Lord, that you have spun.

An unending musical saga,
Is the tinkle from your anklet.
You are the ocean of compassion,
Where I am the lost droplet.

Your childhood full of frolic,
Fraught with valiance, your youth.
The Gita unfolds before me,
Discerning the evil from the truth.

I pray for mercy my creator,
A human being incomplete.
Can I ever be a small speck of dust?
In the flowers that adorn your lotus feet.

Within me, arises a tempest
To forever merge into you.
My Lord, this wretched blind bard
Knows no color but blue.

27-Sep-2009

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