Forgive me,
Far too many blanks that need filling,
Someday, I shall fill them all,
Till then let’s look for answers,
Thirst for the meaning of life,
If any,
May be living isn’t the key,
Togetherness is,
To know the other as yourself,
Not in vain did Jesus say,
Kingdom of God is within you.
Well, my sense of direction is poor,
I never really get anywhere,
Or perhaps, He wills,
No man shall reach His gate,
Till they tread through muck,
Cut a few corners, tell a few lies,
Nurse the confusion welling up,
And know they are not,
What they are made to be,
The fragrance of a flower,
The seasons can’t meddle with.
Unexplored the virgin territory,
Misguided the lofty mountain of virtue,
Abused the river of life,
A lesson learnt the hard way,
His reign begins on humbler grounds.
7 comments:
thoughtful post Ismita.. and of course a lesson.. :-)
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@SISpl,thank you :) and hey hows your father now? Hope smooth sailing it is.
wow...great thought...
@SUB, thank you so much, jumbled up thoughts start making helluva lot of sense when you nail them :)
beautiful.....harmony in disharmony..thats life.
@ Aunty N, discovering that as I walk :)
Yes he is back home.. Happy Man.. Thank you so much for your prayers... :-)
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