Theme: Humility

Where am I ?

I shall not pray
to be your kingdom,
nor the saint's nor seer's wisdom,
just a bolt I wish to be
on your palace door.
The touch of your hand
shall give me hitherto unknown lustre
life after life that I long for...

I was not the arrow, I know,
you shoot at valiant Ravan,
but I was the hissing sound
the arrow made in its flight
to way lay your ardent devotee
in a make-believe fake flight!

Perhaps I was not
one of your playmates in Brindavan,
but can you ever deny
that I was that piece of the bamboo
you picked up to make your flute,
for within me I hear
the notes so sweet and cute...

So far I have been travelling
in search of me,
manifest in a tiny spot in you,
can I discover me this time
in some insignificant corner in your creation!


More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you, Chandramouli sir. So nice to see you with such thoughtful comments.

16-Mar-2011 05:07 AM

Comment Perennial quest of every seeker picturesquely portrayed,sir.Nice poem.

Sony Dalia
16-Mar-2011 01:24 AM

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