lazy summer noon..
They take
slow swirls
in loving sky
mind calls them
eagles
Little kid
whispers
a summer breeze
all movement
stops
The moment
waits
breath replies
Father..
it breathes
please speak
please..are You
upset
with the last answer
..?
whose answer
i don’t know
what..can i say
i utter words
in the only way
i know
The warm breeze
gently circles
around
eyes see
it gather
in its airy arms
old flowers
from a withered
garland
n a sudden shower
in my lap
i jolt upright
hands gather..
in sheer delight
the old love
of an old Father
i hear
Father speak
Dearest child
See
these flowers wild
strung together
to adorn
this God’s form..
they make It
beautiful
to behold..
they make It
feel loved
and worshipped
all the more..
they make It
want to hold them
close to Its bosom..
these beautiful
sweet scented
delicate blossoms
but dear one
You
have to go
beyond form
Long is your journey
in this world
and beyond
If form is all
you see
this garland
you will
forever
carry
the burden
of these
weightless blossoms
dear child
you cant
even fathom
like a boulder
around the neck
these can pull
form down
to the bottom
of hell
Why!
Why observe anger!!
you ask me
kid..
What else
can empower you
to throw away
that Dearest to you
and still Love it
What else can
make you forget
who you are
take you beyond
who you are
Make you…who
You Are
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