PRAYERS AT STEP—4

Awake to a nightmare I stumble

on the corridor of my broken dreams of the night

to find my house in ruins under a deluge from a black sea,

my roof and walls all gone in the sweep

of a super cyclone,

my breath biting earth of my homestead land

that smacks of Time’s defeat in the womb of an eternity;

when the seven sages from God’s land

appear with their look of compassion

and I rise to see God in eyes of a big fish floating

in the blue expanse of the sky

with slow drizzle of compassion from love soaked eye

telling me to go up the stairs

in search of the real sight lying a few more steps high.

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi 24/02/15