I’M A SPECK  OF DUST

Steeped in an emptiness profound

with only one name to resound

inside a perfumed darkness at the core ,

thro’ the throng unable to steer clear

I crawl to an extreme corner

of the eleventh step ( out of the twenty two)

 leading to that door

at the rear of which sits my sweet Lord

and I’m waiting here for feet of a devotee to be trod .

Memories of a crazy wind try to blow me back

across  familiar spaces and time to the heath

of my birth where my relations seek redemption

in fruits’ and flowers’ wild elation.

Stones caress but their hugeness threatens me ,

stray sands mock me, clamour of crowd frightens me

echoes of whines from beggars at threshold distract me

still I lie patiently in silent prayer,

for I’m aware of the danger of Gundicha’s impatience

that left my Lord half formed during initial installation ;.

but I know not when His sun-lit eyes will fall

to raise me from the abyss

and awaken me to the  bliss of His reincarnation !

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi . 03/02/15