A LAMP AMONG RUINS
Feet unshod, blisters in foot, someone walked here,
a frenzied heart!
how else would you see
this lamp
among ruins
lit in a raging storm?
Every dust particle records
the print
of prayers
uttered
in the silence of wilderness here.
I'm sure somewhere is
a running brook
where someone dipped the hands
and watched in wonder
the water slipping through the fingers.
All along the path were idols of clay.
Each one must have been
worshipped as God.
And if a shining pebble
was sighted on the ground by chance,
must have been picked up as a diamond,
a memento of a journey to light a lamp.
A red , a fiery red of the forest
has crept upward and wrapped around the bark,
the only live witness to the hands that quietly lit the lamp
in the shade of the flame of the forest tree.
Feet unshod, blisters in foot, someone walked here,
a frenzied heart!
how else would you see
this lamp
among ruins
lit in a raging storm?
Every dust particle records
the print
of prayers
uttered
in the silence of wilderness here.
I'm sure somewhere is
a running brook
where someone dipped the hands
and watched in wonder
the water slipping through the fingers.
All along the path were idols of clay.
Each one must have been
worshipped as God.
And if a shining pebble
was sighted on the ground by chance,
must have been picked up as a diamond,
a memento of a journey to light a lamp.
A red , a fiery red of the forest
has crept upward and wrapped around the bark,
the only live witness to the hands that quietly lit the lamp
in the shade of the flame of the forest tree.
Image Courtesy Nikhil Maurya
Thanks very much my dear friend:))
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