PRAYERS  AT  STEP-3

Sitting on the holy slab with half-shut eyes

under the light spell of a sky’s blue

as I try to think of how to meet you, my Lord 

 my heart skips a beat or two,

and in excitement as my eyes grope blank spaces,

a little bird from a nearby bush surprises

with a new song,

and tells me to go round those  bushes

with flowers red, white, pink, purple and blue,

pick up the wounded, wilted ones,

hold them close to my heart and pray

in tune with her song in its sweet, soft sway;

enchanting the wind  my broken strings to play--

in imitation of mythical songs of union with the divine

that you inspired to flow with eternal glow

in hearts of devotees like Dasia Bauri, Salabega ;

reinforcing my conviction thro’ profound songs of Bhakti raga…

I can see a hazy picture of my Lord beckoning me

From a distance very long,

I don’t know how  long it will take

for my song to assume the real aplomb .

@copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 24.02.15