Theme: Faith


On a Sunday morning
at 7 O'clock
when the cool breeze
was blowing from the north,
my son poured a copper pot of water
on a basil plant to say his prayers;
Standing behind
I said to my grandson,
'Let us pray too, my dear.'
The two-year old, tiny tot,
took me by a storm -
knelt down to touch the ground
by his little forehead
that spread over the three worlds!
Tears rolling down my cheeks,
in my mind I could see
the sun god in crimson robes
coming down to the earth
to bless the innocent...

When I bent down
to pick up the flower-like lad
a voice within me I heard,
'If there be a god,
can it be another other than what you hold!'


More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you, Rdashby for the words of your appreciation, and suggestion to correct the text. So nice of you.

12-May-2011 13:30 PM

Comment Lovely read; only, in the last line, which does unnecessarily extend itself losing both grammar and concision, may I suggest:

can it be other than what you hold!

12-May-2011 10:02 AM

Comment Thank you, Rupradha for your appreciation. It is a real scene with our grandchild conveying his 'pranam' to sungod on May 07, 2011.

12-May-2011 08:38 AM

Comment it's a lovely read Sir!

12-May-2011 05:28 AM

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